[Drabble]
Player: poison_prison
Subject: Simon
Table: C [I think?]
Prompt: 20. Prayers
Note: Eeeeh, to some extent if you're religious, or will be offended by Simon's lack of belief in god, please ignore?
Simon had never believed in praying. There was no god-at least no god that would help him. No god had answered him when his parents had died when he was seven. No god had answered him when Kamina had died when he was fourteen.
And no god would answer him now that he was fifteen and fighting, himself. So he didn't bother praying to any god.
This was a world where you fought for yourself. A world where you had to make your own way. Every breath was a fight and praying to nothing would get you nowhere. Besides, the “gods” he'd seen were ridiculous. Praying to a ganmen? No way.
His hands tightened on Lagann's controls. Images flashed through his mind of his childhood. Of the life he'd shared with his parents before they'd died. Of the times he'd spent with Kamina for the next seven years. Of their short time on the surface together. The flashbacks of their deaths weren't as powerful as they had once been, but he couldn't help the heartache he felt when he remembered the brush of his father's hand against his, the look of fear in his mother's eyes, and Kamina's final whisper... "Later, buddy."
I'll be better than anyone could imagine, he thought to them. I'll make you proud. I promise.
That was his prayer. Those were his gods. He needed no church, no holy book, no holy men. And he regretted nothing.
Subject: Simon
Table: C [I think?]
Prompt: 20. Prayers
Note: Eeeeh, to some extent if you're religious, or will be offended by Simon's lack of belief in god, please ignore?
Simon had never believed in praying. There was no god-at least no god that would help him. No god had answered him when his parents had died when he was seven. No god had answered him when Kamina had died when he was fourteen.
And no god would answer him now that he was fifteen and fighting, himself. So he didn't bother praying to any god.
This was a world where you fought for yourself. A world where you had to make your own way. Every breath was a fight and praying to nothing would get you nowhere. Besides, the “gods” he'd seen were ridiculous. Praying to a ganmen? No way.
His hands tightened on Lagann's controls. Images flashed through his mind of his childhood. Of the life he'd shared with his parents before they'd died. Of the times he'd spent with Kamina for the next seven years. Of their short time on the surface together. The flashbacks of their deaths weren't as powerful as they had once been, but he couldn't help the heartache he felt when he remembered the brush of his father's hand against his, the look of fear in his mother's eyes, and Kamina's final whisper... "Later, buddy."
I'll be better than anyone could imagine, he thought to them. I'll make you proud. I promise.
That was his prayer. Those were his gods. He needed no church, no holy book, no holy men. And he regretted nothing.