Post by Doc Kade on Mar 27, 2019 10:14:38 GMT -5
Doc sat on the edge of the bed, his beloved wife in an exhausted sleep beside him. It was another full day of arguing and discussing the future, and another difficult meeting with Aedon that had drained them both. His sleep was shot, just like his nerves, and no matter how tired he was the constant pounding of his head wouldn't allow any real rest. With his elbows on his knees and his shoulders slumped he held his head in his hands.
She's right ya know, they'll kill yer sorry ass the second you hit that jail cell you agreed to.
Maybe, but I ain't see a better way to resolve this...
So you convinced her to walk into that deathtrap with ya? One of the only people in this world who knows you and loves you.
She ain't the one they want dead, this begins and ends with me.
She's right. Yer an idiot, and they're gonna kill ya fer it. You heard 'em, they will find somethin' to pin on ya... some justification to slit yer throat.
Naw I been bein' an idiot fer years. Tryin' to fit somewhere in their li'l chess game, tryin' to force a square peg into a round hole... then fumblin' all over m'self tryin' to clean it up once I trashed it all to hell.
And now yer bendin' a knee to their injustice, their double-dealin', their traps and tricks, meanwhile the one you taught to fight is willin' to go to war when you ain't.
Doc gripped his head in pain, pressing into his eye sockets.
Yeah I taught her how to shoot, built a crossbow that makes use of her magic, trained with her and taught her all the techniques I know...Taught her how to fight, without teachin' her control.
CONTROL? They beat her down over words. They beat her down over the schemes you and Aly put over on Okami, hell they beat her down because they hate you.
And after the attacks, I ain't do a good enough job of helpin' her manage her anger and fear... I let it take root and grow within her, and now she is as vengeful as they are... And convincin' her to find the peaceful path has grown difficult even fer me.
And fer all yer talk of peace, they still blame you fer what she has become.
They ain't all wrong about that... I underestimated their hatred fer me, I thought we could still find a place out there... and then when we couldn't... I gave her support instead of guidance. I stood by her side while she tried to tackle shit too big fer us, and pissed of all the wrong people with her reactionary anger. It is my fault.
So what, you just gonna lay yer head on their choppin' block then? Let this be the end of ya? After all the shit you've overcome, this is what ends you.
And what damn choice do I have!? I ain't gonna turn us into monsters. Could we hunt 'em? Could we kill 'em? Maybe. But then what will we be? What will SHE be?
Like you ain't a murderer.
But she ain't.
His hands trembling, Doc rose to his feet and threw some pants on. He needed to get some things in order. Time may be short.
She's right ya know, they'll kill yer sorry ass the second you hit that jail cell you agreed to.
Maybe, but I ain't see a better way to resolve this...
So you convinced her to walk into that deathtrap with ya? One of the only people in this world who knows you and loves you.
She ain't the one they want dead, this begins and ends with me.
She's right. Yer an idiot, and they're gonna kill ya fer it. You heard 'em, they will find somethin' to pin on ya... some justification to slit yer throat.
Naw I been bein' an idiot fer years. Tryin' to fit somewhere in their li'l chess game, tryin' to force a square peg into a round hole... then fumblin' all over m'self tryin' to clean it up once I trashed it all to hell.
And now yer bendin' a knee to their injustice, their double-dealin', their traps and tricks, meanwhile the one you taught to fight is willin' to go to war when you ain't.
Doc gripped his head in pain, pressing into his eye sockets.
Yeah I taught her how to shoot, built a crossbow that makes use of her magic, trained with her and taught her all the techniques I know...Taught her how to fight, without teachin' her control.
CONTROL? They beat her down over words. They beat her down over the schemes you and Aly put over on Okami, hell they beat her down because they hate you.
And after the attacks, I ain't do a good enough job of helpin' her manage her anger and fear... I let it take root and grow within her, and now she is as vengeful as they are... And convincin' her to find the peaceful path has grown difficult even fer me.
And fer all yer talk of peace, they still blame you fer what she has become.
They ain't all wrong about that... I underestimated their hatred fer me, I thought we could still find a place out there... and then when we couldn't... I gave her support instead of guidance. I stood by her side while she tried to tackle shit too big fer us, and pissed of all the wrong people with her reactionary anger. It is my fault.
So what, you just gonna lay yer head on their choppin' block then? Let this be the end of ya? After all the shit you've overcome, this is what ends you.
And what damn choice do I have!? I ain't gonna turn us into monsters. Could we hunt 'em? Could we kill 'em? Maybe. But then what will we be? What will SHE be?
Like you ain't a murderer.
But she ain't.
His hands trembling, Doc rose to his feet and threw some pants on. He needed to get some things in order. Time may be short.