Day Six
It was midnight.
And it was raining.
The pitter-patter of the droplets of water against the soft ground was almost like a pattern, intended to soothe and make anyone with a sane mind want to just go home, and either curl up on the couch or read a good book. Have a cup of hot cocoa, or cozy up underneath a thick, warm blanket. Dream the night off.
Not everyone had a sane mind, however.
A knife was embedded into a practice dummy, rather violently.
Another one followed it.
Pretty soon, the dummy was practically unrecognizable, what's with the multiple weapons and punches embedded into it. The head was falling off the arms had, in fact, already fallen off.
The rain didn't stop.
The assailant didn't stop.
A few minutes later, a familiar presence hovered from somewhere above the tree branches, watching the Sana as she took her frustration off. Sana gave no indication that she'd heard, or felt anything she merely continued what she was doing, sweating it off, letting the rain fall down on her. She was wet, and getting wetter.
She didn't care.
When it seemed like the presence wasn't going to leave anytime soon, she took the time to throw one more knives, making sure it whizzed stealthily in the middle of her intended target.
It did. Spot-on.
She stopped throwing, and turned to tilt her head in the presence's direction.
"Captain?"
The presence remained still, for a little moment. Then, all of a sudden, there was a barely-sensed movement, as Jackson landed on the training grounds, his stance nonchalant and his face serious.
"Yo."
"Please leave," she said softly. Hoping he would, so she could be alone at last.
Of course Jackson wasn't really one for following orders.
Nor requests.
"What did she do?" Jackson simply asked, tilting his own head.
"Nothing," Sana replied evenly. She wasn't even sure why he was asking, or how he found out about it didn't matter. He was always good at finding out, anyway, so there was no point in wondering.
She resumed throwing.
There was a hint of a pause, before he asked another question.
"Did she hurt you?"
Yes.
"No."
Maybe her heart had broken, for a millimeter of a second. Cracked, for a slice of time. She had a moment of weakness, a moment of falling out, a bursting of emotions that were unspeakable, unreasonable.
Her heart had broken, momentarily.
But Sana had not broken yet.
I won't.
I won't ever.
"No captain." she repeated, shaking her head in conviction. Her voice was firm, sure. Almost emotionless. "I don't break that easily anymore."
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