So tired trying to see from behind the red in my eyes
No better version of me I could pretend to be tonight
No better version of me I could pretend to be tonight
If you asked Koa to explain what his thought process is the answer would probably involve a frustrated shrug and the flailing of his arms. An hour ago he would have adamantly dismissed the idea of spending a day with Soh; now that she's here and skulking around Stormbreak, there's no way he's letting her out of his sight. Call it protective instinct, his duty as a Dragoon, a need for self-flagellation, just sheer idiocy - all are correct.
Whatever the reason, she's stuck with him, now.
"Extremely stupid." Once again he's scrubbing his face, but this time his voice is resigned instead of angry, perhaps even brightened by the shade of a laugh. Her shop is exactly where they'd look for her - exactly where he'd looked for her - but if there's one thing Koa understands, it's the instinct to go home. So he doesn't push back any further, simply drops his hands and squares his shoulders, resigned to this strange day. "Alright, let's go. Stay close, yeah? And let me walk on the street side - you'll be less visible, that way."
Whatever the reason, she's stuck with him, now.
"Extremely stupid." Once again he's scrubbing his face, but this time his voice is resigned instead of angry, perhaps even brightened by the shade of a laugh. Her shop is exactly where they'd look for her - exactly where he'd looked for her - but if there's one thing Koa understands, it's the instinct to go home. So he doesn't push back any further, simply drops his hands and squares his shoulders, resigned to this strange day. "Alright, let's go. Stay close, yeah? And let me walk on the street side - you'll be less visible, that way."
Koa
No other version of me I would rather be tonight
And, Lord, she found me just in time
And, Lord, she found me just in time
