it's tiring, building up that which was broken. sometimes... broken things don't want to be fixed, no matter how you posit them, no matter how hard you fight for them. sometimes the broken things stay broken. but you're so stubborn charles, it's impossible to be content with that, even with your realism. you will always be fighting towards a future for all, you are the future.
it's such a heavy... heavy weight.
a crushing weight.
(it's crushing it's CRUSHING it's crushing.)
but still you persist. ]
Just a walk. The two of us.
[ alaune just takes your hand, she'll help you up from the water and just keep holding your hand so that the two of you can walk slowly along the bank of this water, this lake that seems to go on forever into the horizon. hand in hand, this peace, it'd be perfect if this could persist instead of the weight of a job never finished. peace and freedom mean different things to different people - there will always be a clash, but there will always be a choice.
and you made that choice. you chose it. that path.
Sounds nice. I did tell you that I'd watch the path you'd take, didn't I?
[a little joke, here.
he grips her hand, not too gentle, not too tight, as he gazes out at this lake. at her face, and then back at the horizon. it would be nice, if this moment could last forever. unburdened, without thinking of any grief or responsibilities.
(but out in reality, charles has never looked for a world without problems as so much one with the will to learn and recover from them. he isn't interested in having happiness defined for anyone, when his role is to make it so that everyone can decide that for themselves.)
you can't always protect what you must without losing something in the process, he'd said to arthur.
getting what you want, what you choose—it comes with some kind of price to pay.
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it's tiring, building up that which was broken. sometimes... broken things don't want to be fixed, no matter how you posit them, no matter how hard you fight for them. sometimes the broken things stay broken. but you're so stubborn charles, it's impossible to be content with that, even with your realism. you will always be fighting towards a future for all, you are the future.
it's such a heavy... heavy weight.
a crushing weight.
(it's crushing it's CRUSHING it's crushing.)
but still you persist. ]
Just a walk. The two of us.
[ alaune just takes your hand, she'll help you up from the water and just keep holding your hand so that the two of you can walk slowly along the bank of this water, this lake that seems to go on forever into the horizon. hand in hand, this peace, it'd be perfect if this could persist instead of the weight of a job never finished. peace and freedom mean different things to different people - there will always be a clash, but there will always be a choice.
and you made that choice. you chose it. that path.
and any choice is right so long as it is willed.
one final d20. ]
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[a little joke, here.
he grips her hand, not too gentle, not too tight, as he gazes out at this lake. at her face, and then back at the horizon. it would be nice, if this moment could last forever. unburdened, without thinking of any grief or responsibilities.
(but out in reality, charles has never looked for a world without problems as so much one with the will to learn and recover from them. he isn't interested in having happiness defined for anyone, when his role is to make it so that everyone can decide that for themselves.)
you can't always protect what you must without losing something in the process, he'd said to arthur.
getting what you want, what you choose—it comes with some kind of price to pay.
a 10 for the road!]