Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28439145-20170829045226/@comment-27070860-20170910100009

Tick spent the rest of their day sharpening the blunt sword. The goat didn't dare use any liquid they had on cleaning it from the dried blood, heaven forbid they waste anything edible for such nonsense. Nothing really happened since the tiger left, making the goat slightly uneasy.

Something bad was bound come along and ruin this peace.

The silence let them rethink all the conversations they had with their family, all the conversations they had with Ress. Ress wouldn’t- couldn’t -be disappointed by the goat breaking their promise. Tick can’t hurt Ress- the hand that fed them, the arms that hugged them and the tears they exchanged. Ress couldn’t look at Tick with hatred in their eyes- they just couldn’t. Tick wouldn’t let that happen.

The goat knew they were already a lost cause- they won’t win without bloodshed.

So be it; they might die. But it’s clear that there’re people watching;

Tick’s family, waiting to see their child finally fulfilling their most desired wishes (which, Tick promised themselves that they’ll never fulfil).

Ress, who would cry if there was blood on the goat’s hooves- Tick wouldn’t let Ress cry. Ress, who, if they’d see their best friends’ corpse, would cry too. Tick was determined to leave their body behind with a smile and fulfilled promise, because that’s the best they could do.

There’s people who deserve to leave, to see their families they love, to see their friends, to make everyone proud.

Tick doesn’t want to see their family, doesn’t have who to make proud. Tick loves Ress with all their heart- Ress, their first and only best friend, Ress, who helped Tick, Ress, who let Tick help them. But there were people who deserved to leave the games.

Tick just wasn’t one of those people.

Yet they silently promised to hold their ground for as long as they can.

So Tick waited for something to happen while using their new sword to cut through the fruits they found the day before.