Hear those bells ring deep in the soul
Chiming away for a moment
Chiming away for a moment
Even if Zavien had yelled for him to stop, there's no guarantee Koa would have heard. All his senses have sharpened and dulled, focused soley on landing his strikes, blocking out everything else. Time, his surroundings, even his friend are gone. He's sixteen and rudderless and his mother is dead, and the only thing he's found to silence the loss is to brawl, to fight, to win---
Victory without honor is no victory at all, Koa.
Anju's voice rings in his ears, and it's like a blade sliced through the fog. All at once Koa is back in his body, acutely aware of his bruised knuckles and Zavien's raised arms and how much everything hurts. As though abruptly made of lead Koa's arms fall, his expression following suit as realization of what he's doing leaves the boy aghast.
"Fuck, Zav, I--" He's entirely open to a counter-strike, and doesn't at all care. In fact, a non-insignificant part of him wants his friend to turn around and punch him in the face. At least that pain would be well deserved.
Victory without honor is no victory at all, Koa.
Anju's voice rings in his ears, and it's like a blade sliced through the fog. All at once Koa is back in his body, acutely aware of his bruised knuckles and Zavien's raised arms and how much everything hurts. As though abruptly made of lead Koa's arms fall, his expression following suit as realization of what he's doing leaves the boy aghast.
"Fuck, Zav, I--" He's entirely open to a counter-strike, and doesn't at all care. In fact, a non-insignificant part of him wants his friend to turn around and punch him in the face. At least that pain would be well deserved.
Koa Carpenter
Feel your breath course frankly below
And see life as a worthy opponent
And see life as a worthy opponent
