『 Dying of Asphyxiation was seriously not my goal in life. 』
Neither was meeting a Governor of the Afterlife and getting sent to another world for a second chance at life.
Drew was assaulted by a group of men for reasons she didn't understand. Drown...
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69. Conquer
Rei
"No, no, no," I said firmly, "No. No. Absolutely-- fucking-- no."
The seas were raging, a violent storm, a typhoon out in the middle of the sea-- and Squalo was gotta freaking jump into it from this already dying helicopter?
I'd miraculously built up the courage to even voice my desires to go to Japan, but now I wanted nothing more than to go hug Lussuria or something. Lussuria was the only one that didn't look like he was trying to kill me all the time.
The helicopter was shaking, shuddering terribly-- another second in here and it might just lose hold on its pieces.
"Then you can stay here and die for all I care." Squalo spat. Opening his box weapon, he let the shark dive down ahead-- then with almost zero hesitation he jumped down after it.
I gasped-- he just left me in an instant. In another moment he would be far and jumping down after him would be pointless.
The seas raged. Even the strongest swimmer in the world would be unable to brave it.
I gulped-- and hesitating, I took a step back.
Once you hesitate, you've failed.
The Varia lackey-- he was a small man, who piloted the heli to the best of his ability even in this ridiculous storm, just because a higher-up asked for it-- he was much, much braver and courageous than I believe I can ever be.
"Sir," he was speaking in a raised voice, through the communications device. "I understand that you're younger now and is much less capable than we now think of,"
I turned to him curiously.
"But there's one thing you always tell us foot soldiers." he raised his voice, "You told us that once you've chosen a path, you're supposed to face the arduous consequences yourself."
was he encouraging me? A varia soldier-- encouraging a weak, cowardly, burdensome child?
A Varia soldier-- one of the merciless. They'd taken their none-existent emotions out from the heart they've no longer used-- just to encourage me?
I bit my bottom lip-- and held in a pained cry. I had to do this, I reminded myself, I have to do this. There's no turning back. "Brothers," I whispered, "please-- please watch over me."
Holding a breath and throwing myself out of the copter before I could think another second, I felt myself falling. My eyes squeezed shut, my mind was plague with thoughts.
Agony, agony, agony and agony.
Trapped under current and bound by broken limbs.
Forsaken air in a bottomless vacuum of liquid--
I didn't feel the exploding pain on my back that signaled my fall onto the surface of the sea. Instead-- something rough hit my back-- not very harshly at all-- a rough, coarse surface--
