Heroist
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—... ... ...
—Can you hear me, son?
—Father? Aren't you at sea?
—Can you hear the waves crashing against the rocks?
—I can't hear them, Father. Does this mean... is this "it"?
—Listen closely, and you will find the answer yourself.
—Will we meet again? I have so much to tell you and Mother...
—...
—I hear... I hear... the waves...
—...
—Boom-boom-boom... Boom-boom-boom... But those aren't waves... That's my heart beating in my chest...
***
—Pha-kha... —puffing out ashen smoke like a dying dragon, the young man opens his eyes and takes his first, painful breath. —2:0, Sir... 2:0 in your favor...
Breathing is difficult, and his body is burning with a phantom, fading agony, without any elegant farewells. Somehow suppressing the burning pain, the scholar searches the floor for his glasses.
—Is everyone okay? Are these guys finished? —he mutters into the emptiness, looking around in confusion.
—Can you hear me, son?
—Father? Aren't you at sea?
—Can you hear the waves crashing against the rocks?
—I can't hear them, Father. Does this mean... is this "it"?
—Listen closely, and you will find the answer yourself.
—Will we meet again? I have so much to tell you and Mother...
—...
—I hear... I hear... the waves...
—...
—Boom-boom-boom... Boom-boom-boom... But those aren't waves... That's my heart beating in my chest...
***
—Pha-kha... —puffing out ashen smoke like a dying dragon, the young man opens his eyes and takes his first, painful breath. —2:0, Sir... 2:0 in your favor...
Breathing is difficult, and his body is burning with a phantom, fading agony, without any elegant farewells. Somehow suppressing the burning pain, the scholar searches the floor for his glasses.
—Is everyone okay? Are these guys finished? —he mutters into the emptiness, looking around in confusion.
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