Boys workin' on empty
Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat?
Is that the kinda way to face the burning heat?
I am. I must.
"No," Koa breathes, taking a shaky step backwards, his head swaying with denial. No, she can't mean what she's saying, nor all that it implies. Because what Anju is saying - what she isn't saying - is that she's made her choice. Or perhaps the choice was made for her, but it amounts to the same thing: as long as the Family holds sway over Stormbreak, the Captain is theirs, a weapon to wield.
Which means the Dragoons are, too.
Never once in his endless agonizing had the young man let himself consider this as a true possibility; now it leaves his chest rent open, a beating wound that spills out blood and hope and childhood faith. But he understands it, and maybe that's the worst of all: because the path she's laid out is one he has been raised to follow, heritage and upbringing and values all dictating that Koa go along.
They've separated: Anju standing on one side of possibility, Koa on the other, cold and alone. "What about me?" he asks her then, the tears still making his tarnished eyes gleam as he gazes, betrayed and afraid and lost. "All I've ever wanted was to be a Dragoon- to be like you. To serve Stormbreak. To protect. But the Family---" He looks away then, eye contact breaking along with his heart. "I am loyal to Stormbreak, Auntie. To you. But I'll never be loyal to them." Even if it means he has to betray the history he stands for, the vows he's made.
"So what am I supposed to do?" How can he come home, when home is so irrevocably changed?
"No," Koa breathes, taking a shaky step backwards, his head swaying with denial. No, she can't mean what she's saying, nor all that it implies. Because what Anju is saying - what she isn't saying - is that she's made her choice. Or perhaps the choice was made for her, but it amounts to the same thing: as long as the Family holds sway over Stormbreak, the Captain is theirs, a weapon to wield.
Which means the Dragoons are, too.
Never once in his endless agonizing had the young man let himself consider this as a true possibility; now it leaves his chest rent open, a beating wound that spills out blood and hope and childhood faith. But he understands it, and maybe that's the worst of all: because the path she's laid out is one he has been raised to follow, heritage and upbringing and values all dictating that Koa go along.
They've separated: Anju standing on one side of possibility, Koa on the other, cold and alone. "What about me?" he asks her then, the tears still making his tarnished eyes gleam as he gazes, betrayed and afraid and lost. "All I've ever wanted was to be a Dragoon- to be like you. To serve Stormbreak. To protect. But the Family---" He looks away then, eye contact breaking along with his heart. "I am loyal to Stormbreak, Auntie. To you. But I'll never be loyal to them." Even if it means he has to betray the history he stands for, the vows he's made.
"So what am I supposed to do?" How can he come home, when home is so irrevocably changed?
Koa Carpenter
I just think about my baby
I'm so full of love I could barely eat
I'm so full of love I could barely eat
