Practice makes Perfect
He enters the training room.
Refuses to make eye contact.
Takes on a fighting stance.
…
You want to hurt me. you want to make me bleed.
You want to rip apart this mask.
Cllaaaannnggg…
Metal on metal.
Sinew on sinew.
Soul on soul.
ThiK!
You want to scream.
Then scream.
But no, pride stops you.
"uuuhgggg…!"
You push me off.
The sheer power of will, you have.
The fanatical edge.
But, you have to learn, desire isn't enough. The world will always claim you in the end.
"Ah… ahh… aaaAAAAA!"
Ahh… you scream. You scream.
Pain is undeniable. But, you have to learn, to show pain is to prolong it.
"AAAAAA!..."
Say the magic word, Robin.
Say it!
"…Please."
I let you go.
I always let you go, don't I?
ThiK!
But you gotta learn, Practice makes perfect.