Post by Shira on May 26, 2018 23:35:04 GMT -5
“What are you doing here, Mr. Yoshida!? Why aren’t you fighting with the others? Demons have invaded this planet, they’re going to destroy everything!” Rex spoke to the teen, who was under the ruins of East City in an underground bunker. His former company Nero Industries had fallen with the city. His friends had all perished. Why did anything matter anymore? Shira remained silent, his hair outgrown greasy and ungroomed, as he was unfit to help anyone. He was a mess. He was a failure. A rotten failure. A disgrace. He was nothing. He would never be a hero. He would never do anything of note. He would forever be forgotten.
“What about that boy, Suusao? He returned from the grave! He’s been spotted in the city helping the resistance efforts... Isn’t this what you wanted? To protect the Earthlings? To save people, to show them that an Earthling could make a difference too?
Then get off your ass, Mister Yoshida, and go!”
And he made good points. Rex knew he was making good points. But it wasn’t getting through. Shira still sat there in the corner, leaned against the wall, sipping his water. “Shut the fuck up, Rex, and leave me alone!” Shira yelled with forcefulness, making Rex back up from fright.
“I tried damn it! I tried! I really gave it everything I had! But she’s dead, they’re all dead! I wanted to protect them, all of them, and I couldn’t! There’s nothing left for me now… so I will sit here until I’m put out of my misery. If you’ve got a problem with that- then there’s the door.
There’s nothing keeping you here… if you want so badly to make a difference: then grab the photon gun and go out and get yourself killed.
Make yourself a martyr. It won’t change the fact that we’re fucked… that we’re all doomed now…,”
Rex looked down at the ground, a little defeated. He had never heard Shira speak like that. Shira was always the optimist. He always believed that he could do good. He believed that through their technology, the Earthlings could flourish and learn to defend themselves from all of these threats in the Universe. Maybe he was wrong. But he had to keep pushing forward.
The technician’s eyes widened with concern as he tried so hard to shake his friend from this spell. Last time he had to talk Shira OUT of fighting, as he was willing to dive into the madness without a second thought. Fighting against Jarvis was a suicide mission, but Shira back then didn’t care. Now the opposite was true. They needed EVERYONE to fight who could, but Shira refused too.
Rex sometimes wondered if Shira just liked to fight with him. “I know, Shira,” Rex said, using his first name for the first time in awhile. Shira didn’t even flinch however. He just continued to sip his water and waste away in silence. “Maybe it is pointless, and maybe we all are destined to die…
But maybe we’re not,” the technician said flatly, which caught the young man’s attention. Shira turned his head, his red eyes glowing in the light as he stared at Rex solemnly waiting for what he had to say. “Maybe by fighting back there’s hope for us to survive. Maybe there’s a future for us where we all make it through this. Maybe going out there and engaging with the enemy isn’t the best way to handle this.
But we can’t give up. We can’t surrender our hope. If we do that, then we really are doomed…” Rex would say to the young warrior. Shira simply scoffed, his attention not lost, but his interest waning. “You sound like a child. This is no book, nor is it a movie. This is reality. Just because we push forward doesn’t mean anything. It doesn’t offer us anything. It just means we walk toward failure like fools..,” Shira retorted, before looking away again. He was fed up with this conversation. Rex was silent, staring down at Shira.
“So is it better to die as the fool who did nothing? The coward who just gave up?”
Rex’s retort was sharp, causing Shira’s eyes to widen. Suddenly another silence filled the air of the dusty bunker. Shira was surprised. This may have been the first time that the man had ever begun to slowly win him over. But he was stubborn. “There’s nothing that I can do. I’m not who they need. If Galen can’t do it, then none of us can…,” he would say back. “That’s bullshit and you know it, Shira! There’s always something to do! There’s always another option! Reach inside that cranium of yours and find one! Pick one…”
Shira was quiet, his gaze narrowing. His resolve wavering. Was he being premature? Was he just giving up? Was there something to do? He couldn’t think of anything. His fists couldn’t do anything. Technology couldn’t do anything. Without a miracle there was nothing to do.
But that was when he realized his folly. His only option.
Power couldn’t solve this. Technology couldn’t solve this. But maybe.. Just maybe… Magic could. Perhaps magic was the answer. He knew it existed. It was how Jarvis had attained godhood in the first place. He just needed to find Dragon Balls. He needed to leave this planet, and seek the help of other beings. The only planet he knew about was Namek. Perhaps from there he could look elsewhere. Perhaps the beings of that planet could help him figure this out.
“...Congrats.. Rex. This is the first argument you’ve ever won with me.”
Shira stood up. Calmly walking over to a locked door and opening it with his retinal scanner. “Pack your things,” Shira said to Rex with a serious face. “We’re heading to Namek…,”
Rex smiled. “Of course, sir,” the technician said. “So you have a ship then?”
“Not yet… but we’ve got time to change that… And we still have some of those prototypes..,” he said with a shrug. “Let’s see what two geniuses like us can accomplish.”
Rex pushed his glasses back with a slight bit of giddiness to him, his smile widened. He was happy...
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Zenni plz.