Geh, where'd this one come from? o.O;; Don't ask me. ^^;;;; I was searching for Norris/Glenn fics, and I found, like.. one. o.x;; Tell me if there are more out there, 'coz I love this pairing to pieces!
Notes: Shounen-ai, yaoi/lemon, angst, songfic! ^^V All the good stuff. ^.~ "You Say" belongs to Vertical Horizon, not me. =\ Great song, though.
********* You Say *********
//Here in the light... It burns you up sometimes... Here in the shell of a sun, We echo on...//
Glenn stood alone on the bluffs of Viper Manor, staring out at the cold, unforgiving ocean. [It would be so easy,] he thought wistfully. [I could jump and end all the torture.] He'd been pressured lately, more than he ever had been in his life. The war was coming to a peak, and everyone expected him to be a carbon-copy of his father and his brother. Unfortunately, Glenn saw himself lacking, even though everyone else thought he was the most amazing dragoon aside from the Devas. Everyone kept putting pressure on him.. and more and more often, he just wished people would see him as himself, and not a little version of Dario. He loved Dario very much, and was truely wounded when he died, but still, this was taking things a bit too far. Looking down at the waves that crashed on the rocks, Glenn sighed and shook his head. [No,] he thought sadly. [Even if I could jump, I don't think I would. I'm too scared.] He turned away from the ocean and walked back from the cliff, then sat down, leaning back against the stone wall. [Is there nothing I can do?] he asked himself. [Am I doing absolutely everything I can for the Dragoons? Is all to be lost anyway?] His mind drifted back in time, to when he and Dario would play with wooden swords.. and then when he would play with a wooden sword, and Dario would blunt the one he used in the service. He never wanted to be a soldier.. he was too gentle-hearted for such a life. Dario had tried to tell him that, but Glenn had ignored him. He had decided that not joining the Dragoons would make him look weak, and Heaven forbid anyone see weakness in him! [They only see Dario in me,] Glenn thought glumly, resting his chin on his knees, hugging them to his chest. [They all want me to be like him. To follow in his footsteps, and my father's. Perhaps I was wrong in becoming a Dragoon.. even though I am proud of what I am, it's what -others- are pushing me to be that disgusts me.] He frowned as he gazed at the wall across the courtyard. [As soon as the war ends, the people in charge will want me to marry.. they'll want -all- of us to marry, or to at least try to produce children to carry on the line. I won't use a woman as a brood-mare!] Glenn shook his head again and sighed. [Maybe I'll run away after it's over. No, I can't do that.. maybe I'll try to get myself killed. That wouldn't be suicide, would it?.. gods, what have I become?]
//Too much listening, Not enough living...//
[All my life, all I've done is follow orders,] Glenn thought glumly. [First from my father, then the schoolmaster, and after that, everyone who outranks me in the Dragoons. I guess that's how it is for everyone until they get to the top, but.. I don't have to like it.] Most people failed to see Glenn for what he truely was. All they saw on the outside was a proud, upright Dragoon, hell-bent on winning the war and making everything right again. Inside, however, was a boy who cried for the loss of his father and brother, who mourned for all the people who had died in the war, who hated killing and hated himself even more for the lives that he'd taken. Even after joining Serge and his friends, he'd continued to kill, even though they were monsters.. it still felt wrong. [Why do we have to kill people?] he wondered silently. [Not only other humans, but also monsters.. demi-humans.. even animals to eat. That, I can understand, but the rest.. is just senseless and pointless. The monsters don't attack unless they're provoked. I understand that war is a kill or be killed situation, but.. it still makes no sense to me!] The first experience he'd ever had with kindness on the battlefield was long before he'd met up with Serge. Kindness in the face of an enemy.. a soldier who'd shielded him after he'd fallen, wounded. True, the soldier had thought that Glenn was one of the men in his own command at first, but once he found out otherwise, he didn't kill him. Glenn had half-expected it, had hoped for it, even.. but the young, blonde commander of the Knights of Porre had not only spared his life, but had protected him. After it was all over and Glenn was left laying in a puddle of blood - some of it his own, some of it not, the young commander had picked him up and taken him to the infirmirary, at the risk of his own life. Glenn had tried to protest, to say that the wound was nothing, but the commander would hear nothing of it. "You've been badly injured," he said firmly. "I spent the whole battle protecting you, and I'm sure as hell not going to let you die on me now." When the commander had left him outside the medical tent, he'd paused long enough to introduce himself. "I'm Norris," he'd said. "Commmander of this squadron of the Knights of Porre. I'm sure we'll meet again." He had melted into the shadows then, and nobody had even seen him.. when Glenn had asked later about the man who had brought him to the tent, the medics said that nobody had; Glenn had walked there on his own and fainted outside the doors. [Surely the Knights cannot be all that bad,] he thought sadly. [Their own commander saved me, a lowly private. Surely that means that they have compassion! So many people died in that battle.. why must it be so? Why do we just keep killing, and killing, and killing? Will noone be happy until the fields and waters are red with blood?]
//You say, What did I say? What did you say? We just go away, Go away, go away...//
So lost in his grief was he, that he didn't hear the footsteps approaching. "Glenn?" asked a voice. "I've found you at last! We were starting to wonder." Norris, who had also joined up with Serge, sat down next to him. Norris had found Serge when the boy was in the body of Lynx, and had originally thought him to -be- Lynx. Even after they explained it to him, he still felt like accompanying them.. and so he did, with no qualms or regrets. "What are you doing out here, anyway?" Norris asked. He hugged himself and shivered. "It's cold as hell! You're going to freeze, you know, without a jacket. ... hey, are you listening to me? Glenn, are you listening?" Glenn snapped out of his thoughts and looked at the blonde. "I am sorry, what did you say?" Norris rolled his eyes. "Welcome back," he greeted. "Well, all I said was that it's really, really cold out here. Can't you feel it?" The Dragoon shrugged a bit, returning his gaze to the moss growing on the wall not ten feet from them. "Of course," he replied. "I like the cold. The colder, the better." "Christ," Norris muttered, shivering. "I can't believe you. I thought you were from here, anyway. How can you stand the cold?" "It's not always tropical here," he replied. "That's down near Arni. I have lived in Termina all my life." "Well, I'm moving there as soon as this war is over," Norris declared. "No more cold weather for me! The weather in Porre is alright, but.. I wish it was warmer." Glenn looked at his companion and smiled a bit. "Do you have thin blood or something?" "I guess," the Knight replied. "I'm freezing my -ass- off here. You better be worth it," he added on teasingly. "I'm not, but if you feel as though you must freeze for my sake, then by all means.." Glenn turned his gaze back to the wall. Norris leaned back, then cursed and moved closer to Glenn. "That's it," he mumbled. "Let's go inside. PLEASE?" Glenn smiled a true smile and put his arm around the Knight, bringing his cloak with it. Luckily, he had worn the cloak that was much too large for him, and it easily wrapped around both of them. "Better?" "Much," Norris replied, still shivering. "I'm not going to die of the cold now, at least." Glenn chuckled. "That's good to know," he responded. "There are plenty of other things that could kill us." Norris shook his head. "Ah ah," he scolded gently. "No brooding. We're on -vacation- for a week. Stop thinking of the war and think about something happier." "Like what?" the young Dragoon asked, looking at the commander. "Uh, I don't know," Norris replied. "When's your birthday?" Glenn blinked. "That's a random question. As a matter of fact, it was yesterday." Norris balked. "Are you serious? And you didn't -tell- us? Glenn!" "I didn't want anyone to make a big deal of it," he replied with a shrug. "I simply aged another year. Twenty-one rather than twenty. How is that special?" "It's special," Norris said, aghast. "You managed to live long enough to -see- twenty-one, unlike lots of your peers." Glenn snorted. "Thanks for that," he muttered. "How about you? How old are you?" "Twenty-six," Norris replied proudly. "And very happy that I lived to see it." Glenn sighed softly and shook his head. "Please leave me for awhile," he whispered suddenly. "I would like to be alone." Norris looked at him with ocean-deep blue eyes, then stood slowly and nodded. "You know where to find me, though," he said, turning to walk away. "Please find me if you need to talk."
//It helps you out... Knowing I'm left out... Locked in a box, With a light that won't shine...//
Norris watched Glenn sadly as the Dragoon went through the motions of living dully. He never met anyone's gaze, just kept to himself and avoided everyone. [This is not good,] the Knight thought as he walked down the hallway towards the mess hall. [He barely eats, I'm fairly sure he doesn't sleep.. he's just.. locked himself away.] The blonde Knight sighed as he looked into the mess hall and saw Glenn absent. He sat down by himself and put his head in his hands, trying to think. [I must help him in some way,] he mused, [but what can I do? If I go see him, he will probably just shut his door in my face. I was so close two days ago.. I thought he was really going to open up to me! What went wrong?] He gave up on thinking and shook his head, gazing down at the table. [Perhaps it is useless,] he mourned. [There may be nothing else I can do, but.. it -galls- me to be helpless. I must do something.] With that, he stood up and turned on his heel, walking to the kitchen. He knew his way around, due to the disguise he'd worn for awhile to spy on the Dragoons. He fixed up a quick meal of roasted meat, bread, cheese, and fruit. Placing the food in a basket, he marched to Glenn's room. [I will talk to him again,] he vowed, [and I will -feed- him! He looks like a stiff wind would blow him away!]
//Turn it on, and wait for, Someone to come...//
Glenn sat alone in his room, the lamp shining softly in the window. It was the first time in two days he'd lit the lamp, having preferred to sit and sulk in the darkness alone. However, he had decided that he didn't want to be by himself in the dark anymore, so he lit the lamp. [And now, I'm alone in the light,] he thought dourly. [Maybe I should go to dinner. I wonder if the others have noticed that I am gone? Probably not. But maybe.. if there's even a small chance, then perhaps I should.] He stood up and nodded, then caught sight of himself in the mirror and balked. "Dear Gods!" he exclaimed aloud. [I look like Hell,] he thought, walking to the mirror. He ran a hand through his hair and made a face. [How awful. I'd best get a bath in if I expect to see anyone.] Glenn slowly left his room and went to the bathing hall. Luckily, nobody was there. Thanking every diety he knew off, the young Dragoon stripped out of his armor and clothing and sank into the hot water. It immediately worked its magic on him, unknotting tensed muscles and soothing him. He sighed happily and ducked underwater, resurfacing to grab the soap and giving his hair a good scrub. When he was satisfied with that, he washed the rest of himself quickly. After about ten minutes, he hauled himself out of the water and dried off. He put on the new clothes he'd brought with him - soft black pants and a white shirt - and headed back to his room with his dirty clothes and armor tucked under his arm. Norris was standing outside his door, his hand poised to knock. He blinked and turned his head, then jumped. "Glenn!" Glenn blinked and walked past him, opening the door and motioning for him to follow. "Yes," he replied. "I'm sorry, I was taking a bath." Norris grinned and followed him in, shutting the door behind him. "And here I'd figured you'd walled yourself up. I wanted to bring you some food, in case you hadn't eaten.." "I hadn't," Glenn said, brushing his wet hair out. "Thank you for the thought. Would you join me?" [-Would- I!] Norris thought to himself. "Sure," he replied casually.
//You say, What did I say? What did you say? We just go away, Go away, go away...//
Glenn sat down at the table and motioned Norris to sit across from him. "Thank you for thinking to bring food," he said, smiling a bit guiltily. "I have not eaten lately." "I know," Norris replied, laying out the food on the cloth. He made a sandwitch quickly and took an apple to munch on. "I figured you'd appreciate it if I tried to keep you from starving." "I do appreciate it," the younger boy said sincerely. "I have been sulking, and.. well.. I just wanted to apologize. For making you go away that night." Norris nodded. "I understand," he said, watching Glenn fix himself something to eat. "You wanted to be alone, and I intruded." "It's not even that," Glenn replied, taking a bite. He paused to swallow it, and continued. "I just didn't know how to talk to you. You were asking things that were so.." he trailed off. "Normal?" the Knight suggested. "Yes," the Dragoon replied. "Normal. And for me, life has never been normal.." "I understand," Norris said again. "You were a military child, weren't you." Glenn nodded. "Pretty much," he replied. "Things like birthdays.. that sort of thing.. weren't really a big deal in my family, except for my brother and I. When he died.. I stopped thinking about the little things." Norris didn't say anything for a few minutes, then he spoke. "He wouldn't have wanted that." Glenn looked down. "I know," he murmured. "But for awhile, it was all I could do to keep my head."
//I'm here now, Waiting, Holding on to reasons... Wasted, I faced it, Watching you deny me...//
"And secluding yourself?" Norris persisted gently. "Why did you do that?" "I do not know," Glenn replied, shrugging helplessly. "Suddenly, I felt that I couldn't handle being around people. I just wanted to be myself.. wanted people to accept me for who I am." Norris nodded slowly. [Now we are getting somewhere,] he thought. "So you kept to yourself, and kept people from getting to know you.. am I right?" "Yes," Glenn murmured. "I figured that if people did not know who I was, they couldn't compare me to my father and my brother.. because I am almost certain that they find me lacking." "That's not true," Norris replied quickly. "The Dragoons think so highly of you, Glenn." Glenn blinked and raised his gaze to meet Norris's. "How do you know?" The Commander shrugged. "I've been here for awhile," he said simply. "I hear them talk." Norris was reminded of other occasions he'd tried to lift the Dragoon's self-esteem, and had failed miserably. Glenn had just pushed him away then. Would he do the same now? Glenn gazed at the table for a moment, then looked at him again. "Thank you," he finally said.
//Here in the light... It burns you out sometimes... Here in the shell of a sun, We echo on...//
Norris grinned and nodded. "Hey, what are friends for?" he asked. He polished off his dinner and leaned back in his chair, relaxing. Glenn did the same. "Norris," Glenn began. "Did you ever.. lose someone in battle? Someone close to you?" The Knight wasn't startled by the question. He nodded. "Yes," he replied. "Someone very close. It was hard to go on then, and it's still hard, but.. things like that happen in war. I've seen it so many times.. it's happened to everyone who's even indirectly involved with the war. Friends, relatives, aquaintances.. Death is no respecter of persons." "I know," Glenn said with a soft sigh. "I just wonder.. why them? And in the same way?" Norris shook his head. "I don't know," he responded. "Things like that happen." He stood and walked to the window, looking out at the sparkling city to the Northwest. "Nobody can say how, or why.. it just happens." Glenn got up slowly and walked to the window as well, looking out at the stars. "Yes," he murmurs. "You're right." Norris looked at Glenn with sad eyes. "We could die, too," he whispered. "Does that scare you?" Glenn looked at Norris, his eyes holding the same emotion. "No," he replied honestly. "I am not afraid to die. I am afraid of losing friends, but.. not of losing my own life." "I see," Norris replied. "That's.. dammit, that's not right!" Glenn blinked. "I beg your pardon?" he asked, confused. Norris bit his lip, then decided to risk everything. He turned to face the younger boy and pulled him into a tight embrace. Glenn gasped and tensed, startled. "Norris!.."
//Left alone forever... All alone together!...//
"All we have in this is eachother, Glenn," Norris whispered, holding the stunned Dragoon closer. "We may die soon. You know that! The end is drawing ever closer.. the final battle approaches.. the night gets colder.." Glenn slowly wrapped his arms around Norris, feeling the boy start to shake, and held him tightly. "I'll keep you warm," he whispered, tilting his head a bit to brush his lips across the commander's ear. "Don't worry, Norris. Even if we die, we'll be together forever." Norris nodded and ran his hand through his love's silken hair. "I'm not afraid," he murmured. "Not with you here." Glenn smiled and pressed his lips to Norris's temple. "I'm not afraid either," he replied. "I think I've finally realized that I do have worth.. it took you to show me that. I'll never forget the day you saved me in battle." The commander blushed a bit. "I had no choice," he replied, shrugging almost helpessly. "I saw you, and I -knew-.. I knew we'd be special to eachother someday. I just didn't know how." "Why did you leave, then?" the Dragoon asked, confused. "You could have come to visit me in disguise." "Oh, but I did," Norris said, his deep blue eyes sparkling mischeviously. "Remember the cook's assistant?" Glenn's jaw dropped. "That was YOU?" he asked, shocked. "I can't believe it!" Norris grinned and nodded. "Yeah," he replied. "It was me. It was the only way I could watch over you.. and find out some of your secrets to boot." "Mine, or the Dragoons`?" Glenn asked teasingly. "Oh, yours, of course," Norris replied lightly, nipping at Glenn's earlobe. "Are you kidding me? Who cares about them when there's such a -beautiful- boy to watch?" It was Glenn's turn to blush. "I'm not beautiful." "Yes, you are," Norris replied. "No arguements." All the time he was talking, he'd been slowly backing Glenn up. As soon as the other boy's legs hit the bed, Norris tumbled them down onto it. "I won't hear it," he continued, "because I have something MUCH better in mind." Glenn gasped softly as Norris's weight pushed him into the soft mattress. "Oh?" he asked, his voice slightly breathy. [Is this happening?] he thought, his mind racing. [Am I here, in his arms? Is he going to..?] Norris bent and kissed him hard, pouring all his emotions into the kiss. "Stop thinking," he ordered, pulling back for a moment. "You're distracting me." Glenn started to laugh a bit, but it turned into a smothered chuckle as Norris claimed his mouth again. The kiss was hot and rough, full of passion and desperation. He shivered a bit and returned it with all his heart, twining his arms around the older boy. His lips parted slightly, instinctively, when he felt Norris's tongue gently run over his lower lip. When Norris felt Glenn's lips part, he took the kiss a step farther, pushing his tongue slowly into the younger boy's mouth. He tasted sweet, like honey and berries. Glenn made a soft sound in the back of his throat and kissed Norris back, hesitantly mimicking him, stroking his tongue with his own and exploring the inside of his mouth. For all that Norris complained about being cold, that certainly didn't seem to be a problem at the moment! The commander shivered as Glenn's hands ran over his back and sides, and he arched slightly into the light touch. Norris broke the kiss and trailed hot kisses to the other boy's ear, tracing the curves and flicking at the small hole with his tongue. Glenn gasped and arched his neck, tilting his head back and fisting his hands in Norris's shirt, clenching and unclenching like a kitten. "Norris," Glenn breathed. "That's.." The commander smiled and blew lightly on the moisture, enjoying the younger boy's shuddering. "Wonderful?" Norris teased. "I've been told I'm good with my mouth." Glenn immediately jerked his head to the side to look up at Norris with shocked blue eyes. "Excuse me?" Norris blinked innocently. "What?" Glenn snarled; the idea of Norris with anyone else made him incredibly jealous. [And I'm not a jealous person by nature,] he thought absently. "Mine," he said fiercely, claming the Knight's lips in a harsh kiss. When it broke, Norris melted into the Dragoon's arms. "Yours," he agreed huskily. "And you are -mine-." Glenn smiled. "Of course," he replied. He ran his fingertips lightly up Norris's back, touching the silky-soft hair at his nape. Norris sighed at the gentle caress, then turned his attention back to where it had been before he'd been interrupted. He placed a sweet, open-mouthed kiss right beneath the other's ear and behind his jaw. Glenn moaned softly, and Norris rejoiced silently at finding a sensitive spot. He took ruthless advantage of it, making the Dragoon squirm beneath him. Glenn could do nothing but cling to the older boy, his body reacting violently to the sensations that Norris gave him. He'd never experienced such a thing before, never even knew it existed between two boys. He sighed, then gasped again and tilted his head as Norris kissed down his neck, following his pulse-line to the hollow of his throat. "Mm," the Knight murmured. "Your heart's pounding.. are you nervous?" A slender, graceful hand settled on Glenn's chest, right over his heart. "No," Glenn whispered. He pulled Norris down for another searing kiss, and barely noticed when the other's hand moved from his heart to the buttons on his shirt, undoing them rapidly. He pulled Glenn up gently and pushed the shirt off of his shoulders, sighing softly in appreciation. The Dragoon wasn't incredibly muscular.. in fact, he was rather wiry. However, it suited his frame perfectly. Glenn let out a slow breath as Norris slowly ran his hands over his chest. The older boy's hands were warm and comforting, and Glenn felt all the tension melting out of him, as if it were ice that was exposed to a fire. "Norris," he murmured. "I.." "Shhh.." Norris whispered, kissing his neck lightly. "Just relax." He continued to caress the silky skin, brushing over hard nipples every now and then. Glenn shivered and arched his back as Norris pushed him down and started to explore his chest with his mouth. He lightly ran his tongue over a nipple, causing the young Dragoon to cry out softly. Smiling, he did it again and again, teasing the other nipple with his fingertips. After a moment or two, he switched nipples, making Glenn squirm and moan softly. Norris moved back up and kissed him again, enjoying the warmth of Glenn's body pressed tightly against his own. Through the fog of pleasure, Glenn found the strength to unbutton Norris's shirt and discard it as well. He ran his hands over soft skin that covered hard muscle, whimpering softly into the kiss. Norris shivered and nipped at Glenn's lower lip when the younger boy's fingers found his nipples and squeezed them very gently. Norris broke the kiss a bit and gasped when Glenn wrapped his arms around them, pressing against him once more. Both boys moaned at the feeling of bare skin against bare skin. "Glenn, you're amazing," Norris breathed into the other's ear. "What do you want?" Glenn blinked, not understanding the question. "You," he replied, and the innocence in his voice made Norris smile broadly. "That isn't what I meant, but that'll do," Norris replied, kissing him lightly. "I meant, how far do you want to go.. with this?" Glenn tilted his head, then blushed. "Oh! You mean right now! I.. I am not sure.." Norris took his hand and pressed a gentle kiss to his palm. "All you have to do is tell me to stop, then," he murmured. "I promise I will." The swordsman nodded, relaxing back into the mattress. Norris kissed him again, running his hands slowly down Glenn's sides, to the waistband of his pants. He looked at Glenn questioningly, and blushing, the boy nodded. Norris sat up and unbuttoned Glenn's pants, and Glenn lifted his hips and allowed Norris to sweep his pants off. Norris gazed at him for a moment in rapture, imprinting the vision in his mind forever. Glenn was stretched out on the bed, looking like an angel with an expression of pleasure on his face, his eyes shining with love and trust. He was flushed a bit from shyness, but Norris had a feeling that that would go away quickly. Glenn sat up and kissed the Knight's neck, his hands wandering down to his own waistband. "Your turn," he murmured huskily. Norris laughed softly and let Glenn divest him of the rest of his clothing. The younger boy gazed at him critically, then smiled and embraced him. "You're beautiful," he whispered. Norris kissed him softly, pushing him back down onto the bed. "So are you," he whispered. Slowly, he began to roll his hips against Glenn's, causing the younger boy to gasp and toss his head back in shock. Glenn thrust back against him, matching the rhythm. "Ahh.. ahh.. more!" Glenn gasped, clutching Norris's shoulders. "Yes," Norris breathed, laying on his side next to Glenn. He looked at him seriously, touching his cheek. "Glenn.." Glenn didn't let him finish whatever he was going to say. He reached between them, his fingers eagerly seeking out what he wanted. Norris's sentance was interrupted by a startled groan from the blonde, as Glenn touched him and stroked his erection. "This," Glenn whispered, kissing him fiercely. Beyond any thought of refusal, Norris reached for Glenn as well, unwilling to let the Dragoon do all the work. He stroked him gently, faster and faster. Glenn gasped and groaned, giving Norris the same treatment. Norris kissed him, a kiss that turned wild as pleasure grew inside them both. The fire grew and grew, and Glenn absently wondered how much more he could take. Norris sped up the pace even more, his tongue swirling with Glenn's as they pressed against eachother. Glenn let out a sobbing gasp and arched his back, the pleasure reaching a peak inside of him. Norris shuddered and moaned, the end crashing over him as well, taking him completely by surprise. They lay still, stunned and shivering in the aftermath. Glenn shuddered and pressed as close as he could to his beloved. "Norris," he whispered. "That.." Norris closed his eyes, feeling peace and relaxation settling over him, easing any worries he may have had about Glenn's reaction. He absently used one of the blankets to clean them off, then flung it off the bed. He pulled the Dragoon into his arms and held him tightly. "Thank you," he murmured. Glenn was finding it more and more diffucult to stay awake. [I want to tell him.. that I love him..] he thought dreamily, his eyes fluttering closed. [I'll tell him in the morning, I suppose.] Norris watched Glenn fall into a peaceful slumber, and he sighed, holding him closer. [I do not want to do this,] he thought sadly. [I shouldn't have done this with him, just to turn around and leave before he wakes up.] He lay still for a bit, watching the Dragoon sleep. He reached out and stroked his hair lightly, brushing the soft silk away from his face. "Glenn," he whispered. "Please forgive me for this." He closed his eyes and held the sleeping boy close, his heart breaking as Glenn shifted a bit against him, burying his face in the crook of his shoulder. Norris stroked his hair for a bit longer, then reluctantly released him and pulled away. Glenn yawned and curled into a ball, burying himself beneath the covers. With tears in his eyes, Norris turned to leave.
//You say, What did I say? What did you say? We just go away, Go away, go away!//
