Drabble (be warned for injury and character death)
@dayandnightbar
Asura? Lose?
No, no, no, no. No, no, no, no, no! He wouldn’t let that happen. He couldn’t lose, not to these ants. Madness could never lose.
“Has his madness wavelength gotten weaker since last time?” murmured one of the ants.
“Have your senses gotten duller since last time?” Asura responded dryly, gritting his teeth. His body didn’t want to stand. He didn’t care.
But madness could not make these wounds vanish, these gaping scars close, this dizziness go away. No matter how many times he crushed these cockroaches, they just kept getting back up -- he would have to be equally resilient. Tough it out through the blood running freely down his form. He would be the one to have the last laugh--
“Asura!”
He spun around. The person he least wanted to see in the battle on the moon. Fear contorted his features.
“Jenna! I told you to RUN! Get away from here!” He could barely choke that out through bared teeth before coughing up blood. Jenna said something in response, but her voice was hazy. More voices stirred behind him.
“Wait! Who is that?! Kid, wait, don’t shoot--”
There had been no time to hesitate. To think about where he was yanking his broken body, or the consequences.
...
Bonds and attachment are weaknesses. Such things will inevitably get you killed. Wasn’t that how it’s always been?
Fallen into the same trap he spurned and ridiculed... How pathetic.
The wound burned.
Jenna might have been crying; he wasn’t sure. Her head might have been there, hanging over his crumpled figure. He couldn’t tell if the wet feeling on his face was his own blood or Jenna’s tears.
“Run,” he tried to say, but it wouldn’t come out. Jenna and the moon were melting into a pool of nothing.
Did he regret betraying his own ideals at the last second? He wasn’t sure. But was there any other way to shield Jenna from harm? Even in his last moments, he couldn’t decide what it was that he believed in after all.
