"In a strange way, I had fallen in love with my depression.I loved it because I thought it was all I had. I thought it was the part of my character that made me worthwhile.I thought so little of myself, thought I had such scant offerings to give to the world, that the one thing that justified my existance at all was my agony."
-Elizabeth Wurtzel
Prozac Nation.
I felt restless. The darkness was clawing at me again and that scared me more than anything else because when the it came, it took over till I was nothing, Nothing but the darkness that took hold by force and wrapped around me till I could feel nothing but it's presence.
"I can feel you," Dharsha mocked from across the sparing mat, " loosing control.".
"I hadn't noticed."
I lunged at him. Blades swipping aiming to draw blood. He met me head on with a set of blades of his own.
Though Reshi didn't need to learn martial arts or any weapon. He, for the most part, had been there when Keith used it to pull me out of my stupour and sort of picked it up.
It made him immensly more powerful when it came to battling other Reshis.
The clinging of metals and heavy breathing was all that could be heard from all around. He disappeared from my line of vision and re-appeared behind me, swipping my legs from under me so I could fall.
He laughed as he looked down at me.
"You are such an unhonourable fighter! You probably cut a man while he was down."
He scoffed.
"Honour means nothing when your dead. Keep that in mind. Get up. We aren't done."
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Keith
General Fiction"He who fights with monsters must take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you." -Fredrich Neichze
