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12-23-2014, 09:13 AM
Mortals are incapable of perfect forgiveness. Which is a pity, for what good was resentment? It festered and infected an otherwise clean wound. None could change the past, we couldn't rewrite our stories and travel down the road of life once more. I would see more paths than most mortals ever did, for this body would carry on when most had meet their end. Gone into an endless sleep. Ktulu was still angry-- much like Cera. How could I explain my reasoning to ears that wouldn't understand, nor would try to. Though perhaps she was different, perhaps she wouldn't resent or feel bitter for years to come, "I have suffered for choices, as we all do. Many times I thought to abandon the Falls, return to the desert." Gaze drifted away, turning to stare out over the valley and beyond to the pale edge, "I never wanted to hurt ye, but I couldn't forsake those that looked to me for guidance. Kri had gone away, at the time there were few if any others that would take her mantel." She had left us to the darkness and sickness, the rage of Basin, "Perhaps it was the wrong choice," would a different trail have seen my future altered, "would a different one made any change to what eventually came?" that question didn't wound me as it might have years ago when my love was still fresh, open. When there were no walls blocking access to my heart, "Could I have swayed ye to love me as I did?" A question her heart knew, but would never be able to answer fully. Neither of us would. "Ranjiri," I answered softly to her second round of questions, "A son she has, a strong colt" though he seemed weak and smallish when I first laid eyes on the lad, "He takes after ye by appearance." There was no doubt in my mind that the child wasn't her flesh, our flesh and blood. "Ryuu, he is called." |
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