{ Save-the-World Philosophy }
Title: Save-the-World Philosophy
Fandom: Persona 3
Characters: Shinjiro Aragaki
Word Count: 385
Comm & Prompt: 78_tarot : Eight of Swords
Rating: PG13
The rhythm of the struggle was familiar to him by now, the panic as his Persona lurched forward and attempted to seize control was almost as well-trained as his reflex to search through his coat pockets, find the pill container, pop it open. He was running low, running too low, and this was only the beginning of the hell that he would have to go through if he wanted to keep Castor restrained.
The lid of the pill bottle bit into his palm as his sweating fingers slipped on it, took it off too fast. His eyes hurt somewhere behind his head, like something else in his mind was trying to push him out and take control, something that begged to be given one more chance in a world where there were no second chances.
Reckless, they called this being reckless.
Didn't they understand that he was saving the world from something too?
The stale film of the pill stuck to his tongue before he could swallow it, made him grimace at the taste before forcing it down. Castor railed at him, pushing more frantically now that he knew what was happening, knew that he wouldn't get another chance unless the mind that he occupied got distracted, careless again. His Persona was like that, that kind of ruthless, waiting in the shadows for the right moment to hit his weaknesses.
Both of them were fighting a war. Castor, Shinjiro knew, would try to win with brute force. His Persona was a lot like the axe that he carried: blunt and powerful, a shock fighter who destabilized his enemies before going in for the kill. But Shinjiro had his own weapons, ones that Castor couldn't fight.
Yeah, so they were risky. That was the point. In a battle against an opponent that he knew he'd never be able to defeat, a self that he would be and had never been able to conquer, his only option was to outlast him, to be the one in control at the end.
And maybe it meant that that end was coming a little faster than originally planned. It would just mean that he'd finally succeeded in saving the world from himself.
Fandom: Persona 3
Characters: Shinjiro Aragaki
Word Count: 385
Comm & Prompt: 78_tarot : Eight of Swords
Rating: PG13
The rhythm of the struggle was familiar to him by now, the panic as his Persona lurched forward and attempted to seize control was almost as well-trained as his reflex to search through his coat pockets, find the pill container, pop it open. He was running low, running too low, and this was only the beginning of the hell that he would have to go through if he wanted to keep Castor restrained.
The lid of the pill bottle bit into his palm as his sweating fingers slipped on it, took it off too fast. His eyes hurt somewhere behind his head, like something else in his mind was trying to push him out and take control, something that begged to be given one more chance in a world where there were no second chances.
Reckless, they called this being reckless.
Didn't they understand that he was saving the world from something too?
The stale film of the pill stuck to his tongue before he could swallow it, made him grimace at the taste before forcing it down. Castor railed at him, pushing more frantically now that he knew what was happening, knew that he wouldn't get another chance unless the mind that he occupied got distracted, careless again. His Persona was like that, that kind of ruthless, waiting in the shadows for the right moment to hit his weaknesses.
Both of them were fighting a war. Castor, Shinjiro knew, would try to win with brute force. His Persona was a lot like the axe that he carried: blunt and powerful, a shock fighter who destabilized his enemies before going in for the kill. But Shinjiro had his own weapons, ones that Castor couldn't fight.
Yeah, so they were risky. That was the point. In a battle against an opponent that he knew he'd never be able to defeat, a self that he would be and had never been able to conquer, his only option was to outlast him, to be the one in control at the end.
And maybe it meant that that end was coming a little faster than originally planned. It would just mean that he'd finally succeeded in saving the world from himself.