Koehler waited a short bit at the drink dispenser, thinking about his... failure. He failed many times over his life, but what happened two months ago hurt the most. From what he's heard, Yeshua was lobotomized. Just the thought alone disgusted the young man as he walked to his dormitories, mildly angry.

He caused it. He should've just talked to him, at most brow-beat him. but actually just... fighting him, it was his fault that now he was a mindless drone, or something of that sort. He shaked a little as he opened the door. What if he was lobotomized? He... he just couldn't live after that. Maybe kill himself. If he wasn't Koehler, what was the point?

He closed the door behind himself and saw his room, the standards, a bed, all that stuff, but he asked Sergeant Ken if he could put a punching bag inside. Sergeant Ken thought that was an acceptable proposition.

He punched, again, and again, then a kick. Not as fast as Sergeant Ken, but he attacked faster then the others. He expelled air, a 'Kiai', at his next flurry of attacks, seven punches in a few seconds. He began memorizing what he was fighting for as he continued mindlessly pummeling the poor punching bag.

In his mind, there was a seven year-old Harold Koehler, at a table playing checkers with a young woman. [color=6ecff6]"No,"[/color] she said, [color=6ecff6]"You can't do that. These little pieces can only move one square at a time."[/color] [color=fff79a]"Ohh... Well what do the uhh... what do the big ones do again?"[/color]

[color=6ecff6]"Well they can move diagonally, but only diagonally. But they can move backwards too."[/color]

[color=fff79a]"Ohhh, okay."[/color], the little kid replied. 

[color=6ecff6]"So what did you do in school today, Harold?" [/color]

[color=fff79a]"Oh. Uhm... math?" [/color]

[color=6ecff6]"Well, what kind of math?" [/color]

[color=fff79a]"The hard kind. With the x's"[/color]

His sister laughed, [color=6ecff6]"But that's every kind!"[/color], and her brother laughed at her joke as well, agreeing.

[color=fff79a]"Uhh..."[/color]

[color=6ecff6]"Yeah?" [/color]

[color=fff79a]"So where did mom and dad go?"[/color], the young boy asked. That was a sort of a hard question for his sister.

[color=6ecff6]"Well..."[/color], she thought a little,[color=6ecff6] "Mom and Dad are doing sciencey things. They're almost ready to come home, though."[/color]

[color=fff79a]"But then you're gonna leave..."[/color]

[color=6ecff6]"I'll be fine, I promise. And I'll be back before you know it!"[/color]

That's when it ended. She never came back. He stopped training for a moment to wipe away his tears, then resumed his assault.

The door had been left open. It creaked slowly as someone pushed it with a slight push. Tiptoeing, he shuffled into the room and looked around for two seconds before shuffling under the bed. He looked for whatever he could find. He spotted a black box and decided against looking at its contents. Quickly, he rammed his hand into his satchel, taking out something hideous. From underneath Koehler's bed, he stared at the cramped, dark boards that supported it. He could feel his own warm breath slide down his face. His toes wriggled in his shoes. 

[color=ec008c]"Do you have any books?" [/color]

Koehler panicked at the new, yet oddly familiar voice, quickly turning and seeing Yeshua has infilitrated his room. "AAAH JESUS!", he screamed, surprised. He had to stop himself from reflexively punching the lobotomite.

[color=fff200]"Ho..hoh....Ohhh..."[/color], he calmed down, [color=fff79a]"Uhh, n-no, no. Why are you in my room?"[/color]

Yeshua coughed for a second before standing up from the bed. He shuffled his body around and rolled onto his belly. Standing up, both hands were behind his back. He stood on his toes. 

[color=ec008c]"Silly, I want to know if you have any books. I was just perfecting my mole impression![/color]" 

[color=fff200]"Oh. Well, that was... a really good mole impression. I couldn't tell you were Yeshua for a second."[/color], he was quite disturbed. 'This... I created this...', he thought to himself, horrified. He took a few steps back.

[color=ec008c]"Oh, I haven't changed. Well, he hasn't changed. You see, he is I. I am I. Don't be afraid. That would make you weak. Now, do you have any books?[/color]" He chuckled, grabbing himself by the earlobes and dawling his elbows in the air. 

Well at least this creepy bastard was still Yeshua. Sort of. Liking books and calling everyone else weak. Still, a husk of his former self... [color=fff200]"No-no, I don't have any books in my room. At least.. I don't think so."[/color]

[color=fff200]"Uhhh, don't we have a library somewhere on-base or something? You could look for books there?"[/color]

Yeshua groaned. It was long and overdone.

[color=ec008c]"I've already checked there. Don't treat me as a fool."[/color]

His face soured. His eyes clenched and he turned around.

[color=ec008c]"I can't find them anywhere! No matter what I do, no books! What am I supposed to do? They're running an advanced facility, goodness gracious! By the fiddles of Friar Tuck, deliberations of the Delaware! A disaster!"[/color]

Tears dropped onto the floor. Yeshua kept his back to Koehler and saluted. He clicked his heels and walked out. The door was not closed. 

Koehler whispered to himself, watching 'Yeshua' walk out.

[color=fff200]"What have I done?"[/color]

A foul stench filled the air. It smelt of fish. 

Harold looked around the room. "Fuck, I didn't eat fish. What the hell is that?", he then seemed to triangulate it after a while, it came from his bed. He looked all around it, finding no contacts, then under it. A fish...

[color=fff200]"...I fucked up really goddamn bad..."[/color], he said to himself as he pulled the fish out and put it in the trash, sad.

Yeshua continued walking down the corridors of the soldiers' quarters, his hands behind his back. He was grabbing his left wrist and had made good distance so far. While he had not exactly thought up of a plan of action, he was at least determined to walk as far as he could in one day. If he could, then he could outshine the bears. Yeshua really wanted to talk to the bears. He wasn't afraid anymore; the doctors had taken that out of him! What he did have to be, though, was careful. The man he used to be was gone for good; that was good. That was what he was told by Abba. Abba wanted him to be safe and secure and he would protect Yeshua when the time came. But Abba wanted to see more than him, Yeshua pondered as he turned a corner and continued walking another path; this particular walkway suspended above three floors of buildings with an alcove to his right protected by a railing, Abba wanted to see the Cruxi. He couldn't remember why his friend would want to see those who wanted to kill him, while Yeshua wanted to be safe.

He fell onto his chest again. What a fall! Yeshua's knees were grazed but his tea shirt was fine. A slight bump on the head was the only injury but he soon regained his balance. 

Yeshua wanted to be safe. He wanted to talk to the fishes everyday and not drown like them. He wanted to read this book; whatever it was. He wanted Abba to appreciate him; which is what he did. He wanted people to stay away from him. He wanted no one to be his friend because he had found his friend. He knew, in his heart, that he was safe.