"Yes. You'd think that by now we'd have learned that our fight only brings sadness... Or maybe we have learned, and that's why we so deperately want to end it. For good." I answered him "I don't resent you for my father. I don't resent you for anything, or at least not any more than I resent myself. What happened was neither mine nor your fault, it was ours. I think we both know that..."
That's when he attacks again. As our swords lock, he point his gun at me and shoots. It's just fire that hits me, the bullet not having had the chance to change into its familiar bird shape yet. Still, the force of it is more than enough to send me flying. I'm stopped by the Eiffel Towers metal frame, and I can practically hear some of my bones break. As long as I can still move it doesn't matter. Nothing matters. Coldy got up before me, and I could hear him talking.
"You are not bored of the past." I answered him. "If you really were, you wouldn't have brought it up. Not now, not to the only person, the only living person who could understand it. You want to be able to remember it, you want to keep it alive, don't you? Yet at the same time you also want to forget it, you want to kill it, destroy it. I am your past, Coldy, the same way you are mine. You want to talk to me, drag this fight on as long as you can, and at the same time you want to end it, you want to kill me. I understand. I am the same." I looked at him and smiled lightly. "And to answer your question... I think we will have to find that out in our next life. Maybe the next life will finally know some peace for us..."
I focused again, and my sword started glowing brighter. Instead of small blades, the wind was now whirling furiously all around me, changing the birds course with ease. The claws proved to be a bit more difficult, as shadows have no mass. I tried my light bullets again. This time, with better aim, they were more effective, and I managed to take out the claws before they could grab me again. After that I turned my aim to Coldy and shot.
(Hehe, I'll hate myself whenever I want to. Which, luckily, isn't very often!^^ And I really am very sorry to have worried you. I'll try not to do it again...)
That's when he attacks again. As our swords lock, he point his gun at me and shoots. It's just fire that hits me, the bullet not having had the chance to change into its familiar bird shape yet. Still, the force of it is more than enough to send me flying. I'm stopped by the Eiffel Towers metal frame, and I can practically hear some of my bones break. As long as I can still move it doesn't matter. Nothing matters. Coldy got up before me, and I could hear him talking.
"You are not bored of the past." I answered him. "If you really were, you wouldn't have brought it up. Not now, not to the only person, the only living person who could understand it. You want to be able to remember it, you want to keep it alive, don't you? Yet at the same time you also want to forget it, you want to kill it, destroy it. I am your past, Coldy, the same way you are mine. You want to talk to me, drag this fight on as long as you can, and at the same time you want to end it, you want to kill me. I understand. I am the same." I looked at him and smiled lightly. "And to answer your question... I think we will have to find that out in our next life. Maybe the next life will finally know some peace for us..."
I focused again, and my sword started glowing brighter. Instead of small blades, the wind was now whirling furiously all around me, changing the birds course with ease. The claws proved to be a bit more difficult, as shadows have no mass. I tried my light bullets again. This time, with better aim, they were more effective, and I managed to take out the claws before they could grab me again. After that I turned my aim to Coldy and shot.
(Hehe, I'll hate myself whenever I want to. Which, luckily, isn't very often!^^ And I really am very sorry to have worried you. I'll try not to do it again...)