It's not a choice like sleeping or resting. He hasn't been sleeping either, he meditated, keeping this place at bay, fighting it because there's no way he can give in to it. He hasn't been eating either, not even by asking Zeff to use the kitchen. He won't trust even the food that comes from here until they are far away.
But a break would be so nice.
Peace.
Joy.
Don't like it? Don't live. Such a simple idea. A simple solution.
He will get up again, after all. What is there to lose?
Out of all the times in which one could die, wouldn't now be the best time? When there isn't a war going on. When no one is in danger.
Marco could eat his flowers and be happy. Selphie would be happy. Everyone would be happy.
Except Thatch and Namur due the allergies. But then all they would have to do is the same as him. All they have to do is burn and then everything will be fixed.
He doesn't have to protect Athena. He doesn't have to protect anyone. He doesn't have to fight, so why does he do it? All he has to do is to die.
Stop breathing.
Burn himself down... No, that wouldn't work. It wouldn't last long enough. Drown himself, turn off his flames completely. Let Davy Jones take him.
Just die.
But Marco isn't resting. He doesn't rest, he doesn't relax. But he gets his flowers and his ducklings. Isn't he happier this way? Ikki doesn't have it. He won't allow it for himself. He won't bath dirty ducklings, he will squeeze them to death, he won't make flower crowns, he will just burn the forest down. He doesn't want to give in.
He doesn't want to shut up about his hate for this place.
So him having to die is the logical conclusion, isn't it?
Isn't it?]
I don't give a fuck about what that kid wants anymore.
[A kid. Not a woman. Not even a girl. Just a kid, a selfish blind brat that only sees and hears what she wants to. That claims to be a mercenary but he has yet to see anything in her that proves that, she can fight, yes, but so can others and not all of them are mercenaries or soldiers. Did she want to tame him? Maybe, hadn't she once been talking about him as if he was a thing? A pet? Thinking that he wouldn't hear because she didn't see him. Playing the poor victim who had been dumped by a cold jerk who had never cared about her, who hadn't talked with her in weeks, leaving aside the fact that she was the one who left to chase after someone else during that time with no warning. But she could do it. It was fine if she did it, because she was Selphie, she was the princess of her own story, he couldn't do it, he had to keep her informed of everything, he had to talk with her everyday. He had to go after her, because otherwise it would prove that he didn't love her.
But he did. He had loved her.
Now?
Now she could burn in Hell for all he cared. He's not a damn knight in shining armor. He's not going to bow down to anyone who asks him to. He's not her pet. And he's not going to cater to her needs and demands.]
I want to kill something.
[Something.
Someone.
Himself.
Either. Everything. It doesn't matter.
The more this place pushes him to its peace and order, the more the phoenix inside him rebels.
Burn.
Just burn it all. Burn them all. Burn yourself.
Life is much more endurable when seen through the flames.]
[Action]
He knows.
They have to breathe. To live.
It's not a choice like sleeping or resting. He hasn't been sleeping either, he meditated, keeping this place at bay, fighting it because there's no way he can give in to it. He hasn't been eating either, not even by asking Zeff to use the kitchen. He won't trust even the food that comes from here until they are far away.
But a break would be so nice.
Peace.
Joy.
Don't like it? Don't live. Such a simple idea. A simple solution.
He will get up again, after all. What is there to lose?
Out of all the times in which one could die, wouldn't now be the best time? When there isn't a war going on. When no one is in danger.
Marco could eat his flowers and be happy. Selphie would be happy. Everyone would be happy.
Except Thatch and Namur due the allergies. But then all they would have to do is the same as him. All they have to do is burn and then everything will be fixed.
He doesn't have to protect Athena. He doesn't have to protect anyone. He doesn't have to fight, so why does he do it? All he has to do is to die.
Stop breathing.
Burn himself down... No, that wouldn't work. It wouldn't last long enough. Drown himself, turn off his flames completely. Let Davy Jones take him.
Just die.
But Marco isn't resting. He doesn't rest, he doesn't relax. But he gets his flowers and his ducklings. Isn't he happier this way? Ikki doesn't have it. He won't allow it for himself. He won't bath dirty ducklings, he will squeeze them to death, he won't make flower crowns, he will just burn the forest down. He doesn't want to give in.
He doesn't want to shut up about his hate for this place.
So him having to die is the logical conclusion, isn't it?
Isn't it?]
I don't give a fuck about what that kid wants anymore.
[A kid. Not a woman. Not even a girl. Just a kid, a selfish blind brat that only sees and hears what she wants to. That claims to be a mercenary but he has yet to see anything in her that proves that, she can fight, yes, but so can others and not all of them are mercenaries or soldiers. Did she want to tame him? Maybe, hadn't she once been talking about him as if he was a thing? A pet? Thinking that he wouldn't hear because she didn't see him. Playing the poor victim who had been dumped by a cold jerk who had never cared about her, who hadn't talked with her in weeks, leaving aside the fact that she was the one who left to chase after someone else during that time with no warning. But she could do it. It was fine if she did it, because she was Selphie, she was the princess of her own story, he couldn't do it, he had to keep her informed of everything, he had to talk with her everyday. He had to go after her, because otherwise it would prove that he didn't love her.
But he did. He had loved her.
Now?
Now she could burn in Hell for all he cared. He's not a damn knight in shining armor. He's not going to bow down to anyone who asks him to. He's not her pet. And he's not going to cater to her needs and demands.]
I want to kill something.
[Something.
Someone.
Himself.
Either. Everything. It doesn't matter.
The more this place pushes him to its peace and order, the more the phoenix inside him rebels.
Burn.
Just burn it all. Burn them all. Burn yourself.
Life is much more endurable when seen through the flames.]
I need to.