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To Save Myself: What Am I Fighting? "What am I made of?"
"I don't know; I just want to fight you!"
He charges with a sword and they parry multiple attacks. An even fight means he cannot grow past his opponent.
He stiles his mind to fight without mistake or penalty. Yet he wants to wonder what he is fighting. If he has everything about himself locked down, what is he fighting against.
This definitely a demon of himself, a entity that is what he wants to destroy about himself. He's had this fight before, but it was aimed. He attacked his rage and said showed that he can do more than just stay it; he can press it.
"I believe I know you. You are what I can't do/be for her. When I mess up around her I hate myself a little bit. You are the hate I have built. Can I destroy you?"
His opponent smiles.
To Save Myself: Steady with Rage "You're there when I can't control, when I'm past a breaking point, when I want others to feel my pain. You are Rage."
"Yes I am. If you want to endure and suppress me, learning to control is the way. Show me what your made of."
They clash multiple times. Rage's attacks are strong and fast, relentless almost. Though he is figure is a demon, even full red-eyed, version of his opponent, he seems calm for a demon type.
His mind spins for an answer. He wonders to himself, "I guess I can say I don't use rage as a break away; it's just time when impulse takes over and I turn to hands. I don't like it, this new me will be calm and collected."
He blocks another attack. "That is how I'll beat you."
Rage looks at him, not worried, not fearful, not content, his life is what he is made of, he is here but to act as
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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