His Blade, and His Heart

0.1﹒his memory.

— "As we crossed paths, gathered around, celebrate, I was feeling so..wrong!

We walk straight onto the bridge, creaking every time we dare to move.

It makes me wonder, are we safe? Are we—"

— Espresso woke up, then went ahead and shriek: "GAH! Oh, that stupid little dream.. It could never get out of my head, would it!?"—Like he was done with it already. "Ohoho.. This is why—an individual like me—DOESN'T. NEED. SLEEP! IT ALWAYS GOES WRONG! SO WRONG! A- AND—.." Espresso took deep breaths—trying not to blast out all of his anger while trying to abandon and perish that "memory" of his. "When will it go away!? It's been years! I don't want my role—I'm too weak for i—"—As soon as Espresso said that, Madeleine came in the room to check up on him—"Hey, Espresso? Are you alright? And—W- Wait.. what "role" are you talking about, my dear friend? Are you hurt!? Why were you—"..Espresso cut Madeleine off—"STOP ASKING QUESTIONS! Arugh.. Can't you just understand that.. I can't answer all your questions at once, okay!? Listen, I am okay, you don't need to worry about me. Now, go back to sleep, would you..?" He sighed—As soon as Madeleine left the room, he was left with still hooking on with the memory. Fortunately, slowly but surely—still got rest and went back to sleep. But once he started to.. Madeleine made a lot of noise, as he was sharpening—or let's say "sanding" his sword too hard. Espresso getting lazy to get up—dead tired—yelled out "MADELEINE! CAN YOU KEEP IT DOWN? M- MAYBE DO IT SOMEWHERE ELSE WOULD YOU!?". As soon as Espresso finished with what Madeleine calls "Glorious, Noble Mage Speech"—He goes on to shout out "OF COURSE! SORRY ESS!!" and obeyed him. "Ooh, just when would he learn!? Just when!?" Espresso muffled to himself—using the pillow, that is.. "I'm not going to sleep at this rate... Ugh— I need more caffeine. Let me just.. Urk— Go get some.. Even in this state, I can still get some anyway, It wouldn't hurt, right?" Espresso thought for a moment. "No.. Just as he said.. I need rest.. B- But I don't feel like I need rest—"—As soon as he spoke, Madeleine slides in a paper under his door with it saying " Hi Ess! As you know, I've kind of.. well, disturbed you. I'm really sorry..You should go get some rest for a while, you've been overworking yourself lately. Signed, Madeleine!!"—Once Espresso was done reading it, he couldn't believe it. "Madeleine DOES care about me, does he? Oh.. Even if i already told him not to.. Oh well, it's okay..Sign of.. Friendship?.. ARUGH!" Espresso went on and decided to "test" his fist on that old wooden table cookies[people] would barely use—but sooner enough, broke it. "Huh.. So I'm not that weak? AH— No..no.. I am weak. That's an old table, It's not even that sturdy—Doesn't count in as being strong for the role I was going to be. It was supposed to be who I am, but aren't they strong? They need to defeat opposites, wouldn't they? Arugh.. I'm just overthinking, right? Oh.. But I really need to.. practice—my.. magic.. MAGIC!"—"Arughh.. If only I wasn't weak and care for a lot of cookies[people], I would've earned my role by  now! the role of being a—" Espresso stopped for a moment, thinking what was his role. "I-.. Do I really need rest?.."