Iced
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The world is not my responsibility.
Obviously. I put twenty kinds of verbal condemnation in the single word.
She just wanted to find Dancer, Jo says. I think its important. Sometimes you have to trust her.
Do you love her? I push.
Jo groans likes shes going to die of embarrassment. Oh God, Dani, shut up!
I expect him to scoff at me, say something bullying, throw an insult back in my face, but he just says, Define love.
I stare straight into those clear, cool eyes. Theres some kind of challenge there. I dont get this dude. But the definition he wants is easy. I had a lot of time in a cage to think about it. I saw a TV show once that gave the perfect definition, and I say it to him now: The active caring and concern for the health and well-being of another persons body and heart. Active. Not passive. In a nutshell, you remember that person all the time. You never forget them. You factor their existence into yours every single hour of every single day. No matter what youre doing. And you never leave them locked up somewhere to die.
Think about what that entails, he says. Providing food. Shelter. Protection from ones enemies. A place to rest and heal.
You forgot about the heart part. But I didnt expect anything else. Cause you aint got one. All you got are rules. Oh, and yeah, more rules.
Jo says, Dani, can we just
Ryodan cuts her off. Those rules keep people alive.
Jo tries again. Look, guys, I think
Those rules strangle folks who need to breathe, I say, talking right over her. Nobodys listening to her anyway.
All the sudden he has me by the collar, hanging in the air, my feet dangling off the ground, our noses touching.
By your own definition, he says, you dont love anyone either. An argument could be made that you only ever do one of three things to the people closest to you: make enemies of them, kill the people they love, or get them killed. Careful. Youre on thinner ice than youve ever been with me.
Because Im asking if you love Jo? I say coolly, like Im not hanging helpless by my shirt. Like he didnt just take a mean shot at me below the belt.
Its not your business, Dani, Jo says. I can take care of my
Pull your head out of your ass and see the world, Ryodan says.
I do see the world, I say. I see it better than most folks and you know it. Put me down.
self just fine. Jo is sounding kind of pissed now, too.
And for that very reason, youre blinder than most, Ryodansays.
That doesnt make sense. Still dangling here, dude. I try to toe the ground by pointing my foot but I think Im a few feet above it.
You dont see the forest for the trees.
Aint no forest. Shades ate it. Let me go. You dont get to just dangle folks in the air when you feel like it.
He drops me so abruptly I stumble on the ice and almost fall, but he catches me and puts me back on my feet. I shake his hand off my arm.
There doesnt need to be love, Jo says. Sometimes its not about that.
Then you shouldnt be boinking him!
Its my own business who I boink, Jo says.
I dont boink anyone. I fuck, Ryodan says.
Thank you for that much-needed clarification, I say with saccharine pissiness. Hear that, Jo? You get fucked by him. Not even the decency of a boinking. Screwed. Plain and simple. Im beyond irate. Im seeing through a red haze. The fecking fire-can folks are singing so loud theyre hampering my ability to think straight. I want Dancer. Ryodan drives me insane. Jos a hopeless case. Dublins dying.
I cant stand things anymore so I punch Ryodan in the nose.
We all kind of freeze for a second and even I cant believe I just hauled off and decked Ryodan with no warning and no real provocation. At least no more than hes always giving me.
Then Ryodan manacles my arm and starts dragging me back toward Chesters, looking madder than I ever seen him, but Jo gets my other arm, trying to make him stop, yelling at him and yelling at me. Im slipping and skidding on the ice, trying to get them both off me.
We stumble across snowdrifts, fighting each other, when all the sudden the day gets foggy and I cant hear a sound any of us are making. My mouths moving and nothings coming out. I cant hear the fire-can folks either. I cant even hear my breath in my ears. Panic compresses my chest.
Me and Ryodan look at each other and have a moment of perfect communion like me and Dancer do sometimes. No words necessary. Were made of the same stuff. In battle theres nobody else Id rather be hanging with. Not even Christian or Dancer.
I grab Ryodan and he grabs me and we sandwich Jo between us.
Then we freeze-frame the hell out of there like the devil is on our heels.
Or more precisely, the Hoar Frost King.
THIRTY-FIVE
She blinded me with science
Like were chained together or something, Ryodan and me stop about three-quarters of the way down the block. We go just far enough to escape danger, while staying close enough to get a look back at Chesters.
Obviously. I put twenty kinds of verbal condemnation in the single word.
She just wanted to find Dancer, Jo says. I think its important. Sometimes you have to trust her.
Do you love her? I push.
Jo groans likes shes going to die of embarrassment. Oh God, Dani, shut up!
I expect him to scoff at me, say something bullying, throw an insult back in my face, but he just says, Define love.
I stare straight into those clear, cool eyes. Theres some kind of challenge there. I dont get this dude. But the definition he wants is easy. I had a lot of time in a cage to think about it. I saw a TV show once that gave the perfect definition, and I say it to him now: The active caring and concern for the health and well-being of another persons body and heart. Active. Not passive. In a nutshell, you remember that person all the time. You never forget them. You factor their existence into yours every single hour of every single day. No matter what youre doing. And you never leave them locked up somewhere to die.
Think about what that entails, he says. Providing food. Shelter. Protection from ones enemies. A place to rest and heal.
You forgot about the heart part. But I didnt expect anything else. Cause you aint got one. All you got are rules. Oh, and yeah, more rules.
Jo says, Dani, can we just
Ryodan cuts her off. Those rules keep people alive.
Jo tries again. Look, guys, I think
Those rules strangle folks who need to breathe, I say, talking right over her. Nobodys listening to her anyway.
All the sudden he has me by the collar, hanging in the air, my feet dangling off the ground, our noses touching.
By your own definition, he says, you dont love anyone either. An argument could be made that you only ever do one of three things to the people closest to you: make enemies of them, kill the people they love, or get them killed. Careful. Youre on thinner ice than youve ever been with me.
Because Im asking if you love Jo? I say coolly, like Im not hanging helpless by my shirt. Like he didnt just take a mean shot at me below the belt.
Its not your business, Dani, Jo says. I can take care of my
Pull your head out of your ass and see the world, Ryodan says.
I do see the world, I say. I see it better than most folks and you know it. Put me down.
self just fine. Jo is sounding kind of pissed now, too.
And for that very reason, youre blinder than most, Ryodansays.
That doesnt make sense. Still dangling here, dude. I try to toe the ground by pointing my foot but I think Im a few feet above it.
You dont see the forest for the trees.
Aint no forest. Shades ate it. Let me go. You dont get to just dangle folks in the air when you feel like it.
He drops me so abruptly I stumble on the ice and almost fall, but he catches me and puts me back on my feet. I shake his hand off my arm.
There doesnt need to be love, Jo says. Sometimes its not about that.
Then you shouldnt be boinking him!
Its my own business who I boink, Jo says.
I dont boink anyone. I fuck, Ryodan says.
Thank you for that much-needed clarification, I say with saccharine pissiness. Hear that, Jo? You get fucked by him. Not even the decency of a boinking. Screwed. Plain and simple. Im beyond irate. Im seeing through a red haze. The fecking fire-can folks are singing so loud theyre hampering my ability to think straight. I want Dancer. Ryodan drives me insane. Jos a hopeless case. Dublins dying.
I cant stand things anymore so I punch Ryodan in the nose.
We all kind of freeze for a second and even I cant believe I just hauled off and decked Ryodan with no warning and no real provocation. At least no more than hes always giving me.
Then Ryodan manacles my arm and starts dragging me back toward Chesters, looking madder than I ever seen him, but Jo gets my other arm, trying to make him stop, yelling at him and yelling at me. Im slipping and skidding on the ice, trying to get them both off me.
We stumble across snowdrifts, fighting each other, when all the sudden the day gets foggy and I cant hear a sound any of us are making. My mouths moving and nothings coming out. I cant hear the fire-can folks either. I cant even hear my breath in my ears. Panic compresses my chest.
Me and Ryodan look at each other and have a moment of perfect communion like me and Dancer do sometimes. No words necessary. Were made of the same stuff. In battle theres nobody else Id rather be hanging with. Not even Christian or Dancer.
I grab Ryodan and he grabs me and we sandwich Jo between us.
Then we freeze-frame the hell out of there like the devil is on our heels.
Or more precisely, the Hoar Frost King.
THIRTY-FIVE
She blinded me with science
Like were chained together or something, Ryodan and me stop about three-quarters of the way down the block. We go just far enough to escape danger, while staying close enough to get a look back at Chesters.
