@origami-assassin
❛ you’re a weapon, and weapons don’t weep. ❜
He stood off by himself, sheltered away from the world as much as could be being a part of said world as it was. His shoulders were hunched, his posture defeated, pain radiated from his person in palpable waves.
Zack was never one very good at hiding the way he was feeling. Whether it be one of the extremes of anger or sadness, happiness or excitement, or anything at the opposing end, a numb indifference or just plain nothing---
Something happened.
Something serious enough to bring his world cascading down into pieces that were never gonna find their way back to where they belonged. The reality of his current situation had been brutal enough as it was, without the addition of the new truth that abruptly descended.
When he spun to face her, there was something different in his eyes than should have been. While his face was evidently wet with tears, the look in his eyes was very much the flash of a dangerous Soldier.
While Zack might normally have loudly objected [not at all shamed at the show of emotion, but empowered by it]:
Why do you always say it that way??
I'm not a weapon!
I'm a person. ... not a monster.
A Soldier!
Honor and dignity, the strength to endure!
Any number of things that the Planet consistently tried to dissuade, discourage, reject - all belief's he held tightly, with a staunch refusal to let them go~!
None of those things were present in that moment.
No play, all disarray.
In one smooth motion, his sword was in his hand, though he hadn't budged from the place he'd been standing vigilant watch.
