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originally posted in:The New Dojo
1/2/2017 5:59:16 AM
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He looked up at her, his silver eyes turned ruby.
"WHAT HE THOUGHT WAS RIGHT?!? HE FREAKING MURDERED ONE OF MY CLOSEST FRIENDS FOR SPORT!!! CUT HIS FREAKING HEAD OFF!!! IN FRONT OF HIS SISTER!! WHO IS SIX!! SO EXCUSE ME IF IM A LITTLE UPSET!" he shouted. He immediately regretted it as he clamped his mouth shut, his eyes watering.
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She backed off "They were part of the dojo.....the same dojo that had murdered my parents!"
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He seemed to get mad again. Kari and his family were refugees at most. "Part of the dojo? PART OF THE DOJO?!? THEY ONLY CAME HERE BECAUSE ALL THEIR OTHER FAMILY WAS DEAD!!! YOU WANNA KNOW WHO HAD THEM KILLED?!? HUH?" he yelled again. He was clearly very upset...
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"I know the invasion killed them.....they were collateral damage"
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"Collateral?!? When I bloody went down there to their well hidden cave, FAR from the Dojo, their bodies were skinned and burned!! That is NOT collateral! That is freaking murder! And that does not excuse what Ian did! Not in the slightest!" he yelled, beginning to cry.
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"ian didn't murder them!"
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"Yeah! But he sure as h--- murdered Mari's brother!" he yelled, tears dripping off his face.
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"I know he did.......dammit, I know! I know it isn't right! They forgave Irina, and she killed much more!"
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Quincy then did something quite random. He slapped himself, hard. He wiped his eyes of tears and blew his nose into a handkerchief, packing up his cello. "I should have just shut up..." he said, sniffling. He picked up the cello case with the cello inside and grunted as he lifted it. "Im sorry for yelling..." he said quietly as he walked past her, grunting from the weight of the instrument.
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She just sat there, looking down
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Before he left, he turned around, his eyes full of misery. "I-its not fun...losing people close to you...Again, I'm sorry for yelling at you..."
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"I forgive you........"
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He sniffled again, hauling the cello back into the room and back onto the stage. How he did so by himself was a wonder to behold. He set it up again silently and began playing again, sticking to a softer tune, a rather slow one at that.
