Post by Yocho on Jul 9, 2017 22:34:58 GMT
As soon as Zexama had broken open the tank, Yocho fell to his knees. Not because he was still injured. Heck, Yocho felt stronger than ever. But he wasn't used to being outside of the tank. He must only have been in there a few minutes, but it felt like he had been there for months. As Yocho struggled to get up, he smiled.
"Thank you for this, Turtle Hermit... Zexama. I will never forget this. Not for as long as I live."
Yocho struggled in thought.
'Except I just might. I can feel it. My memories are disappearing. Well, most of them... Some of them. The ones about you, Zexama. I think it had something to do with my attack. It took my toll on me, both physically and mentally. You've cured the physical, but I'm still losing my memory of you. And if I lose my memory of you, then I fear I'll hate you again. And I can't allow that to happen. I... Joining the New Turtle School... As much as I've pretended to hate it, and to hate you, I think it's always been my dream to return here. But not now. I can't be here while I hate you. I can't study here knowing that at any moment I might try to attack you, even if it would fail. Please, when I figure out how to restore my memories, I'll return, but for now, I have to leave.'
That's what Yocho wanted to say. An epic speech in the hopes that Yocho would return. But he couldn't say it. Maybe it was that he didn't want Zexama to think any less of him. Or maybe it was because he wanted to stay here. Yocho was a coward. He knew the possibilities, but he couldn't help it. When Zexama mentioned tests, and the chance to rejoin the New Turtle School, and Yocho knew he had already told Zexama about his lost memories, but hopefully she didn't hear him. Or she didn't realise there was still memory deterioration. It would have to be Yocho's secret for now. On the bright side, he didn't know how long it would be until he lost all his memories of Zexama, but he had to make every moment count. And if that meant taking part in trials to join the school again, so be it.
Even if it was incredibly selfish of Yocho to do so, but maybe his memories would get better. Maybe things would turn out OK, even if they weren't looking hopeful.
Yocho just hoped he'd last the day, and pass the tests. Maybe then he'd have the courage to tell Zexama the truth.
Maybe.
Hopefully.
The New Turtle School tests would be a cakewalk compared to this. Physical trials Yocho could handle. But how could Yocho face losing everything he loved again? He'd just have to figure it out. Yocho then looked down for a second, to let a tear come out. He quickly wiped it and looked back up.
"Yeah. Yeah. Test. I'd be honoured to take the test. Thank you."
As he moved to follow Zexama, he muttered under his breath:
"I'm sorry. For everything I've done and for everything I fear I'll do. I just hope that one day you'll forgive me."
"Thank you for this, Turtle Hermit... Zexama. I will never forget this. Not for as long as I live."
Yocho struggled in thought.
'Except I just might. I can feel it. My memories are disappearing. Well, most of them... Some of them. The ones about you, Zexama. I think it had something to do with my attack. It took my toll on me, both physically and mentally. You've cured the physical, but I'm still losing my memory of you. And if I lose my memory of you, then I fear I'll hate you again. And I can't allow that to happen. I... Joining the New Turtle School... As much as I've pretended to hate it, and to hate you, I think it's always been my dream to return here. But not now. I can't be here while I hate you. I can't study here knowing that at any moment I might try to attack you, even if it would fail. Please, when I figure out how to restore my memories, I'll return, but for now, I have to leave.'
That's what Yocho wanted to say. An epic speech in the hopes that Yocho would return. But he couldn't say it. Maybe it was that he didn't want Zexama to think any less of him. Or maybe it was because he wanted to stay here. Yocho was a coward. He knew the possibilities, but he couldn't help it. When Zexama mentioned tests, and the chance to rejoin the New Turtle School, and Yocho knew he had already told Zexama about his lost memories, but hopefully she didn't hear him. Or she didn't realise there was still memory deterioration. It would have to be Yocho's secret for now. On the bright side, he didn't know how long it would be until he lost all his memories of Zexama, but he had to make every moment count. And if that meant taking part in trials to join the school again, so be it.
Even if it was incredibly selfish of Yocho to do so, but maybe his memories would get better. Maybe things would turn out OK, even if they weren't looking hopeful.
Yocho just hoped he'd last the day, and pass the tests. Maybe then he'd have the courage to tell Zexama the truth.
Maybe.
Hopefully.
The New Turtle School tests would be a cakewalk compared to this. Physical trials Yocho could handle. But how could Yocho face losing everything he loved again? He'd just have to figure it out. Yocho then looked down for a second, to let a tear come out. He quickly wiped it and looked back up.
"Yeah. Yeah. Test. I'd be honoured to take the test. Thank you."
As he moved to follow Zexama, he muttered under his breath:
"I'm sorry. For everything I've done and for everything I fear I'll do. I just hope that one day you'll forgive me."
