[The disastrous thing is, that's actually the best he's felt all day — which is to say, it's the first time he's felt something at all, all day.
He'd told Toguro on the verge of the final match of the tournament that when one is a gambler, sooner or later the risks that one takes absolutely have to escalate to the level of gambling one's own life. Smaller thrills can only last for so long before they, too, become dull and boring. He'd wagered his life on Toguro's victory, and his gamble hadn't panned out — and yet, if he'd been certain of that victory, then what would have been the point to begin with?
It's the risk. It's always the risk. And there can't be a risk without the opportunity for failure and for loss.
Hiei is one of the fastest demons Sakyo has ever witnessed — far faster than any human eye could hope to follow. A few inches to one side, and he could've lost his head before his senses were ever able to perceive that he'd died to begin with.
Instead, his cigarette burns.
Inexplicably enough, it brings a laugh to his throat as he turns to face the charred mass of flowers behind him, and the demon in the midst of them.]
Ever the theatrical one, aren't you? Much obliged.
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He'd told Toguro on the verge of the final match of the tournament that when one is a gambler, sooner or later the risks that one takes absolutely have to escalate to the level of gambling one's own life. Smaller thrills can only last for so long before they, too, become dull and boring. He'd wagered his life on Toguro's victory, and his gamble hadn't panned out — and yet, if he'd been certain of that victory, then what would have been the point to begin with?
It's the risk. It's always the risk. And there can't be a risk without the opportunity for failure and for loss.
Hiei is one of the fastest demons Sakyo has ever witnessed — far faster than any human eye could hope to follow. A few inches to one side, and he could've lost his head before his senses were ever able to perceive that he'd died to begin with.
Instead, his cigarette burns.
Inexplicably enough, it brings a laugh to his throat as he turns to face the charred mass of flowers behind him, and the demon in the midst of them.]
Ever the theatrical one, aren't you? Much obliged.