Earth Warriors (Undergoing Revision)

Chapter 83 - Undeserving

With each swing and slash, sweat fills his arms and shoulders as it drips to the ground while his face scrunches up with eyes still wide open, almost like he's trying to endure a test of physical pain while his breathing gets heavier with any passing second, almost like to ensure he doesn't lose himself in his funk while getting used to the passing pressure that he applies to his own blade. And yet, this pain that he has is not the typical physical kind, for it's as if he's not even feeling the pressure from his muscles. 

Amira concentrates once more with her hands on her forehead, trying to get a read on Logan's mind. And from what she finds, it's enough to make her mouth quiver and for her hands to tremble as well, for it feels like a flurry of attacks coming to his mind. All with the same repeated question. 

Love or hate? Love or hate? Can I really love everyone? Or should I hate?! Tell me! Tell me how! Love?! Or hate?! Please tell me! 

This is what makes Amira open her eyes, as she observes the increasing intensity of Logan's slashes and swings, even when the wood and metal junk has been cut down into nothingness, and with a quick glance, she spots some crimson red drops that come from the direction of his hands, with each of them increasing by every passing second, which can only mean one thing that Amira fears the most. 

"Logan!" Amira shouts near Logan's range, which is close enough for him to be able to hear. "Please, calm down!" With this in mind, Logan stops in midst of his flurry of attacks as he tightens his shoulders and freezes as well, albeit with some trembling involved. And after some moments of clenching the hilt of Coraggio, he releases it from his hand and takes a deep breath that sounds more like a sigh from this brief yet intense moment, allowing Logan to see how the clenching led to blood marks on his hand. 

He stares at it for a moment, while also glancing at the chopped material in the ground, with every fiber of wood and metal he can find even with the tiniest of traces left to find. All of it while silence follows between the two as Amira places her hand on Logan's shoulder, which is enough to make him tremble. 

"I'm... I'm sorry..." Logan says with a whisper, still shaking for a bit as he still doesn't glance back at Amira who still places her hand on his shoulder, and caresses it for a bit. He stopped, yet the troubles have not. 

"Logan, was there something that troubled you?" Amira asks, still holding on to Logan as much as she can while containing the tremors inside his body. And even though the intensity of the thoughts dwindles, those very words can still be heard faintly inside of her, and even Logan's. 

"Just a bad dream, that's all." 

"A bad dream, you say?" Amira says as her brows crinkle together. From what felt inside of him as she followed him all the way outside, the way his emotions struck together could mean something more than a "bad dream",  it's way more than a mere nightmare to endure if that's what Logan means. "Your emotions were very strong when I linked with you. I felt anger, sadness, and regret. Can you please tell me what is troubling you, Logan?" 

"I... think you don't need to know right now, Amira," Logan says as he lets out a slight shrug from his arms while Amira reaches for his hand. The sensation is enough to make Logan slightly turn around to see a bit of Amira, still with puffy eyes and restraining trembling in front of her. 

"I believe we should take this somewhere else if that's what you want." 

"Yeah, you're probably right..." Logan says with a nod. He picks up the hilt of his saber as Amira carries him back inside the base as he still stares at the ground without uttering another word on the way back to their room. With no one else to spot both of them on their way back. Away from the cold and dark sight of the night, to somewhere else where they can feel each other without the company of the dark unknown in front of them.