Koa
There's going to come a day when you feel better
You'll rise up free and easy on that day
There's a sick satisfaction to be found in the way Vox's tone shifts, that grating endless jovialty scraped in favor of bitterness. "They don't," Koa agrees softly, forcing himself to meet the eyes(?) of the horror. If there's actual remorse there is impossible to read, but Koa can't even blame him. Noe is a treasure.You'll rise up free and easy on that day
But she isn't a prize.
Taking the shackles back, Koa makes his way up the steps. He has no qualms about dropping the things. Feels lighter for it, even, like he's closed the door on a chapter of uncertainty. Like he's won. On the way down he glances over his shoulder at Vox, and suggests: "Maybe next time try making friends without them."
Then he goes to stand with Noe and Sohalia, waiting for the metaphorical other shoe to drop.
Koa drops the broken shackles
And float from branch to branch, lighter than the air
Just when that day is coming, who can say?
Just when that day is coming, who can say?
