Sora’s POV

This is rather an uncomfortable situation to be in.

Some NPC just plunged his hand into my torso and gouged out my heart. He is now posing in front of my with my heart held up in the air.

I don’t think I will die with this kind of attack.

It really is a minor wound….at best -10HP? Actually there isn’t even HP loss.

But it did hurt….Not the ripping out of the organ, the bit where he twisted his arm out. It reminds me of a nipple twister; terribly painful move…in my case imagine a palm sized nipple twister…I could be crying right now but I am holding back my tears as I consider my next move…

Do I…

A. Ask for my heart back politely?

B. Ask for my heart back in anger?

C. Ask for my heart back while cracking a joke?

I am not sure if I need the heart….however, I certainly do want it back. It is like a part of me; significant or not.

Let’s suppose I went with option A, should I ask for my heart back….and this does open a whole door of possible conversations…

“Erm..excuse me, could I have my heart back?”

Imagine how that would go?

“Oh, I am sorry…here you…” I wish the world were that rosy. Unfortunately, I cannot expect the NPC in front of me to be as courteous as me. Contrary to my wishful imagination, what is likely to happen is:

“RUN FOR YOUR LIVES ITS IMMORTAL!”

I might scare the living day lights out of them. I think they look spooked enough after I took the lightening strike and managed to live….that really was a fluke….Next time I am so not surrendering blindly to the Empire….for all you know the next time I may not be so lucky and they cast a fire spell at me…. Slime and fire don’t make a good combination for those who aren’t already aware of that.

Moving on to option B, I could go aggressive on them. Sometimes, offensive is the best defensive. Where have I heard that before? Never mind.

[Oye! You there! Don’t you know it’s rude to rip out someone’s heart….]

I wonder if that line sounds angry enough?

Or I could…

[OYE! WHATS YOUR PROBLEM? DO YOU ALWAYS GO ABOUT RIPPING OUT THE HEART OF THOSE WHO SURRENDER?]

My anger ridden voice will convey my sentiments and they will turn meek and return my…. *bull crap* Like hell this plan will work. There are at least 50 odd soldiers here, the moment I display even the slightest menace, they’ll probably launch everything they have at me.

I guess if I think about it….I am left with only option C. Humour my enemies into letting me go.

"You have literally stolen my heart…but I am grieved to inform you that I am straight. Please don’t take responsibility for your actions and just return my heart…” and if he still refuses to return it I could in a funny way put across, "Guess I will have to change my name to Roxas."

This is going to be so funny! I can imagine everyone’s expressions…

I am ashamed… this session has been literally my most unproductive thinking session that I have had in a while. What am I trying to create here a plot from cliché manga?

“ZACQUE ET FOI SA!” The woman who attacked me shouted out.

Her shouting brought me back to my reality.

Hmmm….I think everyone is staring at me….The man holding my heart looks terrified as he stares at me.

*Oh snap*

How long have I been standing here thinking pointless things?

“KUUU….ARGHHH….. MY HEART….” I hope my voice conveys my pain and shock.

I fall to the ground melodramatically. I am lying on my chest. I shake violently as I pretend to be writhing in pain….this is kind of fun.

“ARGHH…..”

I stretch my hand out towards my heart which is still being held up in the air.

“Keh…my …. Hea…rt….you….killl…ed…me…”

I drop my head for the finale to the ground and lie lifelessly.

This is the best idea, I have had; faking my own death. I should have thought of this sooner.

I am surrounded by blood thirsty adventure hating soldiers….one of them who believes that he has succeeded in killing… faking my own death was the obvious answer.

Now if I lie still, they should just throw my dead body in a dumpster and I can escape afterwards happily ever after….

I hate to admit it, but I think I may have the latent talent of a genius actor residing within me without me even knowing so.

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