Chapter 22: The Risen Essay

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I was sure I would feel it. Or maybe feel was the wrong word. I’ve heard that decapitation is one of the better ways to go. After all, your head’s only alive for about five seconds after words. Or maybe it was five minutes? But I wouldn’t have a body any more, so that meant I wouldn’t be able to feel pain, right?

‘So this is it, this is how I die.’

Those words sounded so true. One Risen was on top of me trying to chew off my face, another had my hair caught under its’ axe and was about to curb stomp my face. I can’t really say it was the ideal way to go, but I suppose there were worse ways.

‘It’s over... I’m over... Goodbye.’


From above me there came a shout and the sound of a fine sword slicing the air. I felt some liquid …show more content…


He looked at me. I thought I saw concern flash across his face, but it was gone too quickly for me to be certain.

“Are you even capable of fighting?”

“Of course I’m..!”

Lon’qu walked away before I could finish my sentence.

“Not! I’m obviously not! Don’t walk away!”

He stopped.

“I was almost killed! That Risen could’ve smashed my head like a melon! And... And..!”

I wiped away the beginning of tears forming on my face.

“That Risen cut my hair, and I attacked Cordelia, and Chrom hates me, and I didn’t want to be saved, and Gods know what happened while I was in Plegia..!”

I just kept droning on and on while Lon’qu stood there. He didn’t say a word. He didn’t look away. When I was done babbling I looked at my feet. The tome felt heavy in my hand and dropped to the ground. Lon’qu approached me, but still stayed a good arm and a half length away.

"Why are you like this?"

The question caught me off guard.

"Like... What?"

"When you're in front of someone you pretend like you're different. Like you're not some child with problems and weaknesses. Worse yet,"

He paused.

"You pretend you can depend on yourself."

I looked at him. I know I must've looked like a mess. My hair was hacked off. My face red. My eyes puffy. I wanted to scream. To hit him.

"How could you say that?" I sobbed.

Lon'qu was unfazed.

"Because it's true. You are a child Sane, your age has nothing to do with it. You're naive, gentle, fragile even. You're not

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