Smile. That was fun, back then.
Ask at what point my subconscious decided to have me defend the weak.
"Remember when you were a little boy, a shy little boy, you kept witnessing something? You always witnessed a fat boy beat up little girls. I remember seeing you having a bitter face looking out that window. One night, you came to my room asking me what the fat boy was doing to a girl. Now son, this girl happened to be a friend of yours. Sweet child, pretty face. You didn't know back then as you repressed it, but she was raping her. I shielded your innocent eyes, however, you took your father's blade and went off. We tried to stop you but, the fat boy has ran off as soon as he saw the sword. The girl was crying and wounded, scars and lacerations all over her body. We took her in and in the morning, the mayor had her executed. The mayor believed only his gluttonous son who was smiling during the process. From that moment on, you became the man you are."
You're heart is wrenched, you remember her face, and you remember the games. The pain rises up however, you stand firm, knowing you've done what you could.
Ophidyus laughs, as he is what he is.
This is dark isn't it?
