If the boy had anything, they surely would have fell out of pockets? It angered Zane that the boy had been dishonest with him. He had essentially taunted him, tricked him into believing his words. The boy clearly didn't have the respect that he claimed to revere. If Zane couldn't see his respect how would he know what it was? An angry fist was raised, and with all of his might he slammed it into his face. That action, generated a domino effect.
The boy showed no hesitation with his retaliation. Zane was caught by surprise when he felt the boy's head digging into his own. Because of the boy's immense size, he was able to lift his head high enough to that of Zane's. The impact of the force was enough to disorient him. When he had finally came to, the boy had already regained his composure. Zane mimicked his movement, and began to rub his own head.
"My problem?! Where's your respect at? I want it!" he yelled. Zane stared at the boy intensely while he waited for an answer. It simply wasn't fair, that this boy was so much better than him. But maybe some respect would change that. He was willing to discard his life, but the boy was evidence that there was something out there that could make it worthwhile. The only question was: what was it?
"If I can't take your respect, how can I get some of my own?!" he asked with desperation. Zane hoped that the boy would be able to help him. Why wouldn't he? After all, he was willing to jump into the sea for him. This should be a walk in the fields in comparison to that. In all of the excitement, Zane realized that he never received the boy's name. Now was as good a time as ever to find out. Maybe it would make the boy more likely to help him. "Please, won't you help me out? I'm just an Underhill...Zane Underhill."
The boy showed no hesitation with his retaliation. Zane was caught by surprise when he felt the boy's head digging into his own. Because of the boy's immense size, he was able to lift his head high enough to that of Zane's. The impact of the force was enough to disorient him. When he had finally came to, the boy had already regained his composure. Zane mimicked his movement, and began to rub his own head.
"My problem?! Where's your respect at? I want it!" he yelled. Zane stared at the boy intensely while he waited for an answer. It simply wasn't fair, that this boy was so much better than him. But maybe some respect would change that. He was willing to discard his life, but the boy was evidence that there was something out there that could make it worthwhile. The only question was: what was it?
"If I can't take your respect, how can I get some of my own?!" he asked with desperation. Zane hoped that the boy would be able to help him. Why wouldn't he? After all, he was willing to jump into the sea for him. This should be a walk in the fields in comparison to that. In all of the excitement, Zane realized that he never received the boy's name. Now was as good a time as ever to find out. Maybe it would make the boy more likely to help him. "Please, won't you help me out? I'm just an Underhill...Zane Underhill."