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— ” true. no one here can keep up with me, i’m aware. but you can work harder than this, josten, and if you don’t stop whining and just focus, you’ll never getting better. “ — replied, but a quiet voice in his mind - his conscience, maybe? - reminded him that he already had lost track of time. for how long were they training?? it doesn’t matter. he needed to be sure that they could win.
for once , he appreciates the floor under his weight; legs stretched yet body unresponsive to whatever the mind attempts setting on ... what , with shoulders hunched and arms laying low , his hands resting in the gap between his lower limbs. the only reason that neil is becoming aware of his limitations is when numbness begins to settle along with slight tremors that he can feel in his fingers.
the way that a thousands’ worth of exy racquet slipping through his grip during the recent drill several minutes ago is a tall tell.
‟ I’m trying. ❜ voice strained , holding back frustrations veiled in the exhaustion creeping in his system , and avoiding having another tiring same old arguments with kevin. of course there’s no time for neil to sit on his ass because the games aren’t going to win by themselves; but —— ‟ You don’t need to remind me about the nooses around our necks. ❜
it hurts ... but nothing worse that he hasn’t survived before. the anger dissipates under the silent acceptance and grumbling under his breath , annoyed that as when he stands up , the redhead has to hold onto his knees for a while before straightening up. wincing slightly , frowning greatly at the disappointment he received when he moves his right shoulder in a circular motion. testing , testing.
‟ ...Let’s go. ❜