[Drabble]
Player: poison_prison
Subject: Simon the Digger
Table: C
Prompt: 13. Wrong
A small part of Simon, for the first time, wondered if Kamina had always been right. The same small part of him regretted his outburst against Ozai.
The rest of him had to justify his actions. He knew what it was like to have someone want to kill you because you were doing what seemed right. He knew what it was like to watch someone die doing what was right. He knew when the gun was pointed at your head, when the bonds were around your wrist, what it was like to be afraid.
Fighting couldn’t always be the only answer, could it? Yeah, if you were gonna die, you had to fight back. But people who were training shouldn’t get scars from it. And a duel was only a duel if both people wanted to fight.
He rose from his bed, where he had been trying, unsuccessfully, to sleep. After glancing down at Boota (who was snoring, and dreaming of whatever mole pigs dreamed of) he sighed and went to the deck of the Dai-Gurren, looking out over the desert. It was big, and it was empty. The moon shone down on him, illuminating everything, with no ceiling to get in the way. At night, in the village, it was always black-you couldn’t see anything. Now that he was above ground, he could never go back to it. The sun felt too nice, the air was too fresh, the ground was too warm.
The community had asked him a lot of questions, but one stuck out in his mind: Why did the Helix King want humans underground? Why was he so desperate to keep them there that he would kill them all? Was it really just because he hated human self-awareness? Or did he really have a good reason? What was Simon really fighting against?
For the first time, Simon wondered if everything he was doing was wrong.
Subject: Simon the Digger
Table: C
Prompt: 13. Wrong
A small part of Simon, for the first time, wondered if Kamina had always been right. The same small part of him regretted his outburst against Ozai.
The rest of him had to justify his actions. He knew what it was like to have someone want to kill you because you were doing what seemed right. He knew what it was like to watch someone die doing what was right. He knew when the gun was pointed at your head, when the bonds were around your wrist, what it was like to be afraid.
Fighting couldn’t always be the only answer, could it? Yeah, if you were gonna die, you had to fight back. But people who were training shouldn’t get scars from it. And a duel was only a duel if both people wanted to fight.
He rose from his bed, where he had been trying, unsuccessfully, to sleep. After glancing down at Boota (who was snoring, and dreaming of whatever mole pigs dreamed of) he sighed and went to the deck of the Dai-Gurren, looking out over the desert. It was big, and it was empty. The moon shone down on him, illuminating everything, with no ceiling to get in the way. At night, in the village, it was always black-you couldn’t see anything. Now that he was above ground, he could never go back to it. The sun felt too nice, the air was too fresh, the ground was too warm.
The community had asked him a lot of questions, but one stuck out in his mind: Why did the Helix King want humans underground? Why was he so desperate to keep them there that he would kill them all? Was it really just because he hated human self-awareness? Or did he really have a good reason? What was Simon really fighting against?
For the first time, Simon wondered if everything he was doing was wrong.