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He told me to leave the past in the past. That it didn't matter. That everything we have to learn from the past, we've already taken in, and that getting trapped is... pointless. There's nothing to learn from it. Nothing to gain. For a long time, I fought against that idea in my head, because I guess I never really let go of the notion that I had a past at all.
But I do. And whether I like it or not, he's part of it.
There was this gym that I'd seen Jason climbing around before. Never really that I looked out for on the island, because when you have an abundance of trees and all too much bamboo to know what to do with, you're not short on objects to train with. But now that the island's turned into cities and buildings, let's just be honest: I don't know what to do with myself. I can't go punching walls, and the ghostly natives aren't about to stop for my boot anytime soon. So, armed with that little slip of paper, I go around searching for that gym. I find it before too long, not too far from the Compound, right around New Atlantis just as it was before. With heavy wrought iron and plenty of pads sprinkled around, it's just about the best place for me to be.
Dropping my leather jacket on the ground, wearing nothing more than a tank and trousers in the wintry air, I start punching the nearest bag with a sharp exhale.
But I do. And whether I like it or not, he's part of it.
There was this gym that I'd seen Jason climbing around before. Never really that I looked out for on the island, because when you have an abundance of trees and all too much bamboo to know what to do with, you're not short on objects to train with. But now that the island's turned into cities and buildings, let's just be honest: I don't know what to do with myself. I can't go punching walls, and the ghostly natives aren't about to stop for my boot anytime soon. So, armed with that little slip of paper, I go around searching for that gym. I find it before too long, not too far from the Compound, right around New Atlantis just as it was before. With heavy wrought iron and plenty of pads sprinkled around, it's just about the best place for me to be.
Dropping my leather jacket on the ground, wearing nothing more than a tank and trousers in the wintry air, I start punching the nearest bag with a sharp exhale.