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ass,” Whip said.
“Hilarious,” Gisbo responded.
“Only when I’m not joking apparently,” Whip said.
“Hmph,” Gisbo said.
“Hmph? That’s all I get in return? Rumors are true. You haven’t been yourself lately,” Whip said. “I haven’t had much time to catch up after, well, what happened. How are you?”
“I’m doing fine, Whip. I appreciate the concern,” Gisbo said.
“She saved us all, Gisbo. Every day since, I’ve regretted not even knowing the woman, a woman who gave up her own life so that thousands may live,” Whip said.
“Yeah. So, what are you doing up so late?” Gisbo asked.
“Eh, what’s night and day to a blind kid? To be honest, I live for this time of night. With my senses, during the day, everything just comes at me all at once. It’s hard to focus. This time of night though, when all the hustle of the city is gone, a stray cricket chirping, a frog croaking, a wolf howling, it’s like no orchestra I’ve heard. It puts me in the perfect state of peace before I drift off into sleep. Besides, peace and quiet is a necessity when you live with someone like Crass. Guy plays Phoenix Force at all times of day as if it’s going out of style,” Whip said.
“That’s understandable,” Gisbo said.
“It’s been even worse since the fighting. We, we killed, Gisbo. People, like you and me.” Whip said. “I think Crass throws himself into the chaotic music to keep from thinking about it. Do you think, do you think it’s something that we will ever get used to? Killing? And what, now with this supposed coming war . . .”
“What do you think about it?” Gisbo asked.
“Me? I think this whole tournament is a joke. The battle will happen as soon as this mystery peace treaty is absolved. Either way, whoever wins, there is going to be a battle for this place, a battle between the greatest warriors this planet has to offer. That is why I’m out here. When life is good, Gizzy, when you have peace, you shouldn’t just try to enjoy it, you NEED to enjoy it, because tommorow, it could end. I have no regrets. Maybe not being able to see anymore has made life simpler, rather than harder,” Whip said.
“If you don’t mind me asking, Whip, how did you lose your sight?” Gisbo asked.
“I don’t mind. It was a long time ago. Why don’t I just show you? Don’t throw up now. I know you have a bad habit of that,” Whip said. As he spoke, he untied the bandana covering his eyes and let it drop to the table. Gisbo didn’t feel sick, he only felt a deep sadness and care for his friend, whose eyes were nothing more than scalded, black, grisly skin stretched across his face.
“Is that, is that a burn? Damn, Whip, I had no idea. I’m, I’m sorry,” Gisbo said.
“I don’t like showing people, only because I get that same answer. ‘I’m sorry.’ I told you back then, I saw everything I needed to see. Personally, I’m sorry for people like you, especially with what you might have seen in that battle. Images that I can only imagine, images that won’t haunt me at night,” Whip said.
“How did it happen?” Gisbo asked.
“Well, you may not have realized it, but I used to be quite a jerk,” Whip said.
“Never would have guessed,” Gisbo said, smiling. Whip laughed.
“Anyway, I grew up in Aquaria. I didn’t have a rough childhood. I wasn’t picked on. I was privileged beyond belief with my foster parents and I was the one who picked on others. Perhaps that was what my real parents wanted to teach me, wanted to show me that having everything can be the same as having nothing at all. I had nothing to work towards, nothing to achieve. I never knew how to want, I just . . . had,” Whip said. “But then again, try telling that to the man on the streets digging through garbage just to fill his belly.
“I went to my schoolhouse with the best clothing, the best books. I was talented, the top surfer in my school with medals to prove it, attractive to the ladies, and I just
“Hilarious,” Gisbo responded.
“Only when I’m not joking apparently,” Whip said.
“Hmph,” Gisbo said.
“Hmph? That’s all I get in return? Rumors are true. You haven’t been yourself lately,” Whip said. “I haven’t had much time to catch up after, well, what happened. How are you?”
“I’m doing fine, Whip. I appreciate the concern,” Gisbo said.
“She saved us all, Gisbo. Every day since, I’ve regretted not even knowing the woman, a woman who gave up her own life so that thousands may live,” Whip said.
“Yeah. So, what are you doing up so late?” Gisbo asked.
“Eh, what’s night and day to a blind kid? To be honest, I live for this time of night. With my senses, during the day, everything just comes at me all at once. It’s hard to focus. This time of night though, when all the hustle of the city is gone, a stray cricket chirping, a frog croaking, a wolf howling, it’s like no orchestra I’ve heard. It puts me in the perfect state of peace before I drift off into sleep. Besides, peace and quiet is a necessity when you live with someone like Crass. Guy plays Phoenix Force at all times of day as if it’s going out of style,” Whip said.
“That’s understandable,” Gisbo said.
“It’s been even worse since the fighting. We, we killed, Gisbo. People, like you and me.” Whip said. “I think Crass throws himself into the chaotic music to keep from thinking about it. Do you think, do you think it’s something that we will ever get used to? Killing? And what, now with this supposed coming war . . .”
“What do you think about it?” Gisbo asked.
“Me? I think this whole tournament is a joke. The battle will happen as soon as this mystery peace treaty is absolved. Either way, whoever wins, there is going to be a battle for this place, a battle between the greatest warriors this planet has to offer. That is why I’m out here. When life is good, Gizzy, when you have peace, you shouldn’t just try to enjoy it, you NEED to enjoy it, because tommorow, it could end. I have no regrets. Maybe not being able to see anymore has made life simpler, rather than harder,” Whip said.
“If you don’t mind me asking, Whip, how did you lose your sight?” Gisbo asked.
“I don’t mind. It was a long time ago. Why don’t I just show you? Don’t throw up now. I know you have a bad habit of that,” Whip said. As he spoke, he untied the bandana covering his eyes and let it drop to the table. Gisbo didn’t feel sick, he only felt a deep sadness and care for his friend, whose eyes were nothing more than scalded, black, grisly skin stretched across his face.
“Is that, is that a burn? Damn, Whip, I had no idea. I’m, I’m sorry,” Gisbo said.
“I don’t like showing people, only because I get that same answer. ‘I’m sorry.’ I told you back then, I saw everything I needed to see. Personally, I’m sorry for people like you, especially with what you might have seen in that battle. Images that I can only imagine, images that won’t haunt me at night,” Whip said.
“How did it happen?” Gisbo asked.
“Well, you may not have realized it, but I used to be quite a jerk,” Whip said.
“Never would have guessed,” Gisbo said, smiling. Whip laughed.
“Anyway, I grew up in Aquaria. I didn’t have a rough childhood. I wasn’t picked on. I was privileged beyond belief with my foster parents and I was the one who picked on others. Perhaps that was what my real parents wanted to teach me, wanted to show me that having everything can be the same as having nothing at all. I had nothing to work towards, nothing to achieve. I never knew how to want, I just . . . had,” Whip said. “But then again, try telling that to the man on the streets digging through garbage just to fill his belly.
“I went to my schoolhouse with the best clothing, the best books. I was talented, the top surfer in my school with medals to prove it, attractive to the ladies, and I just
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