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"Nietzche one said, man is as a rope stretched between the animal and the superhuman. A rope over an abyss. It is a dangerous crossing, a dangerous looking back, a dangerous trembling and halting." Dad read from his book.
We all stood at the end of the twisting and winding stairs wearing green jumpsuits waiting for dad to give us the go to start our next training exercise. It was a race up the stairs and trust me you didn't want to be the last.
As much as you must strive for individual greatness, and strive you must, for it won't come to you of it's own accord.
Vanya blew the whistle and we were off. We ran up the stairs pushing and shoving at anyone who got close enough to be a threat that'd pass you. I was in second, right behind Luther. I fought for my spot with Diego tailing me and almost passing me every few seconds.
You must also remember there is no individual stronger than the collective.
We were halfway up the long flight of stairs when Diego managed to pass me, shoving Luther into the railing, taking first. Five suddenly appeared in front of Diego, running ahead of him.
"That's not fair! Five's cheating!" Diego whined.
"He adapted." Dad shot back.
An idea formed in my head and I smirked at the idea. My hands glowed red and I shot a red ball and Diego, making him fall. I chuckled and ran past him up the flight of stairs. Five suddenly appeared next to me and grabbed my hand.
"That was quite clever." He said with a grin.
We suddenly appeared further up the stairs, Luther hot on our trail.
"Race you." I said with a grin.
"I'll win." Five said, accepting the challenge as we ran up the flight of stairs.
"No powers." I said, pointing a stern finger at him.
"I'll still win love." He said, running ahead of me.
The ties that bind you together make you stronger than you were alone.
Tears ran down my cheeks and I kicked and squirmed in the seat trying to hold back cries as the guy finished the umbrella tattoo.
They will make you impervious to the pain and hardship the world will thrust upon you. And believe me when I tell you life will be hard. It will be painful.
"Number Two, you're turn." Dad said as I climbed out of the chair, clutching my arm.
I walked over to the chair next to Five and sat down. Five was tapping his foot on the ground and winced when the humming of the tattoo gun turned on again, obviously nervous for his turn.
