for pyrrhaicvictory

[sarcaskick]

You're a world-renowned fighter.
We're obviously leagues apart.

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[pyrrhaicvictory]

I'd hardly call that kind of life exciting. More along the lines of . . . survival.

[sarcaskick]

Well, yeah? Exactly! What's better for getting your adrenaline going?

[pyrrhaicvictory]

I doubt it would get my blood pumping. I find that easier in a match. Though, in a match, you know your limits. It's why I chose to be a Huntress.

[ Though, she has chosen to be more. Where will that lead? ]

[sarcaskick]

One of these days I'll take you on a tour of my old stomping grounds. I promise your hair will be standing on end before we're done.

[ ... As if there's going to be any sort of chance to do that. ]

[pyrrhaicvictory]

I'll hold you to that.

[ But she doubts it too, for different reasons. ]

[sarcaskick]

[ He's quiet for a second, leaning forward on the bench to rest his elbows on his knees (flinching a bit as he readjusts his weight - can't lean on his right knee much at all, anymore). Usually these outright lies are simple enough - it's easy not to care about the truth when you pretty much don't care about anything - but now that things are coming to a head...

Is he having second thoughts? Maybe not, but it's at least got him thinking. ]

Let me ask you something. You ever wonder "what's the point"?

[pyrrhaicvictory]

[ She glances at him, confused. ]

What do you mean?