Oblivion. The state of being unaware or unconscious to what is happening.
Sounds great in theory, but not so easy to achieve. No matter how hard I try to embrace the void and do away with any and all consciousness, my mind refuses to quiet and still. I knew this coming in though, or at least part of did, a part I shut away and never check in on. The Void is where I sent Baledagh every ti I wanted him gone, consigning him, and therefore myself, to the Void. A place where ti stands still, yet a thousand lifetis pass by in an instant. Unpleasant, I called it then, and this still holds true, but the Void is not the source of my misery, for that wells up from within. In the absence of all else, my mind is all that exists, and though my eyes no longer see anything but darkness, I am still haunted by visions of tornt and suffering without end. This ti, however, I know these torturous recollections are self-inflicted, the workings of a tortured mind unable to cope with existence. Ive been through so much pain, so much agony, so much dread and apprehension, I dont rember how to embrace the silence and serenity of the Void, to let go and let myself just be. The peace and tranquility I so desperately desire are denied yet again, and Ive no choice but to endure until I beco desensitized to the horrors of my past and forgive myself enough to rest easy.
I just want to be left alone. Is that too much to ask?
Reliving all my tornts is not even the worst of it, for there remains a stubborn, stupid, viciously optimistic part of that clings desperately to forlorn hope. This inability to accept defeat pains almost as much as my unpleasant mories. Ti and ti again, I watch my loved ones die, and the pain only grows with each viewing, but hateful hope compels to keep watching. Desperation drives to suffer, hope and desperation, because maybe, just maybe, if I watch it enough tis, Ill find that one clue, one mistake, one thread to pull which unravels the illusion and proves their deaths were all a lie.
An outco which scares more than anything else.
If they are dead, then I have lost them, and the pain is imasurable. If my loved ones still live, then I can still lose them, and I cannot bear the thought of going through this pain again. Thats all hope really is, raising expectations so it hurts all that much more when life inevitably stomps you flat. I love my family and desperately want them to be alive, want everything I just witnessed to be another of Zhen Shis lies, but even if it is, I dont want to go back. I cant go back. Let them carry on without , because I just cant take it anymore. Im all suffered out. No more. I quit. Existence is just trials and tribulations without end, because even death does not free you, as the tornt begins anew in the next life, and the next, and the next. No matter how bad off you are, things can always get worse, unless you have nothing and nowhere to go.
I dont want to hurt anymore.
Oblivion is the only solution.
Alas, mortal minds are not ant for nothingness.
I lay in the void and let the waves of agonizing mories crash against , because there is nothing I can do and nothing I care to do about it. Suffering is all I know and rember, the good tis drowned out by a deluge of bad. How many lifetis of tornt did I experience? One is too many, yet I know there are hundreds, thousands, maybe millions of lifetis worth of anguish tucked away in my mind, the most recent results of Zhen Shis subtle and nefarious workings. How do I even know if Im free of his machinations? Maybe this is what I go through during those monts in between, the process through which he resets my mories before throwing back into his scripted persecutions. Stick in the Void until my mind cant take it anymore and shuts down, then its back to the mines for another lifeti of pain and suffering. How am I supposed to fight against soone like that? Its not even remotely fair. To say that the Mother or the Heavens or Fate never gives us more than we can bear is a complete and utter lie, because if that was true, then why do we falter and fail?
Thats . Faltering and failing right here. Ive called it. Ga over man, ga over. I dont care anymore. I cant afford to care. This is the end. I accept it. I give in. I dont want to keep going. I dont want to try again. I just want to not exist, to do away with all awareness and subsist in blissful oblivion, but I dont know how to make it happen.
Adrift within a sea of nightmares and mories, a part of my mind detaches from the rest and sets to work solving my biggest problem. No more logic or deliberation, I know what I want so I will do what I must to do away with all thoughts, perceptions, mories, and emotions. The first I need to leave for last, while the second is already done, but still the mories haunt and elicit emotions aplenty. Short of taking a drill to my physical brain and poking until everything goes away, I have no earthly idea how to rid myself of mories, but they only bother because of the emotions they evoke. Fear and anguish mostly, sprinkled with hope, expectation, hatred, and anger, all of which is then drowned out by helpless self-loathing. That last bit is a big part of my problem, because I believe I deserve this punishnt. I failed. I let everyone down. I walked out of my own sanctum and let Zhen Shi do this to , and for all this and more, I deserve to suffer like the idiot I am.
Because if my family really died, if my pets didnt survive, if the Imperial Army lost on the field of battle, then I am the instrunt of their destruction. The failure lies with , and there is no excusing it.
And if they live?
There is still no excuse, because my choices put them at risk.
But theyll be alive.
Yes.
So dont you want to see them?
Yes. No. I dont know. If they live, that ans I can lose them, and I cant go through that again. I cant. It hurt so much, still hurts so much, worse than anything Ive ever felt, even cutting off my fingers in the nightmare of my past. A piece of was torn away, several pieces in fact, their existences ripped away in their mont of death. Lin-Lin, Yan, Mila, Li-Li... Mom, Dad, Alsantset, Akanai... All my friends, all my soldiers, all those people who looked up to , depended on , trusted ...
I failed them all, and I deserve to suffer for it.
I cant afford to hope for the best. What if Im just fooling myself with unreasonable optimism and everything I saw was real? What if my family really died? What if the battle was truly lost? What then? Ive already been through so much, but theres so much more that can hurt . How am I supposed to look Charok, Taduk, and Husolt in the eyes, look into Tali and Tates eyes, and tell them that almost everyone they loved has died because of ? Even imagining it hurts more than I can describe, so painful I would rather die than go through it in reality. What about all the parents who lost sons and daughters thanks to my mistakes? The children who lost parents? Wives and husbands, siblings and friends, cousins and coworkers, so many people suffering because of my failures, all which sits on my shoulders, and I am not strong enough to bear it. I shouldve never been made Legate, shouldve never taken part in the Grand Conference, shouldve never gone to Sanshu, the Society Contests, or even Shen Huo to see the sights.
I never shouldve left the slave pens alive, but I was too much of a coward to die.
Better than a coward who is too afraid to live.
...
But what other choice do I have?
...
There is no other answer, no options to choose from, only life and suffering or oblivion and nothingness. Ive already made my decision, but how to achieve it? The Brotherhood. They have it all sumd up in the First Noble Truth: life is suffering. Birth is suffering, aging is suffering, illness is suffering, death is suffering, and in suffering, we find life. Mahakala was the one who told that, and I didnt understand at the ti, but I get it now, far too late as per usual. Maybe if I wasnt such a colossal failure, I couldve saved him too, cleansed him of Anathema and kept so much from going wrong. I was a fool for dismissing the Brotherhood, for spurning the Abbots teachings out of sheer spite, because now I realize they had all the answers I so desperately desire.
The Void recedes and I find myself sitting in my cozy yurt across from Mahakala, as hale and hearty as can be, reliving the mory of when he explained why the Mother allows Her beloved children to suffer. Trials and tribulations, but not without end, he says, the mory so clear and compelling my anguish and misery recedes just a bit. The Second Noble Truth tells us we suffer because of the Three Desires, sex, fa, and alcohol as you so poorly summarized. The Third Noble Truth tells us there is a way to escape, by divesting ones self of the Three Desires and attaining Nirvana. Thus, life is suffering but the Mother always leaves another path, which in this case is the Fourth Noble Truth: The way to Nirvana lies in living your life according to the Noble Eight-Fold Path.
There. Right there. Theres my Path, sumd up all nice and neat. I suffer because of the Three Desires. Not sex, fa, and alcohol as per my tongue in cheek recap, but rather the craving for sensual pleasures, existence, and non-existence. Still sitting before , Mahakala goes over the latter two of Three Desires as he did in life, back straight, head raised, and eyes-half lidded. To crave existence is to seek self-identity. Permanence in fa, glory, legacy, or even form. Eternity is not ant for us humble mortals, which we all must co to accept. I rember thinking he almost looked the part of a Divine ssenger, one here to spread the word of the Heavens and help free humanity from this cycle of suffering, and nothing has changed, because I am now reliving this mont once more. To crave non-existence is to avoid unpleasantness. Drinking to dull a broken heart, closing your eyes to anothers suffering, or ending your life to escape your pain, all are forms of non-existence. The Three Desires are at the root of all our worldly suffering, and only by letting them go can we end it.
That right there is the solution to all my problems. The three Desires. Sensual pleasures I am ready to do without, but existence and non-existence still call to , chains which bind to this mortal coil. My failures haunt as does my need to suffer for them, and such is my desire to exist. My desire for non-existence is evident enough, and ironically, is also part of what keeps from attaining it. So how do I solve this? How do I follow the Third Noble Truth and divest myself of the Three Desires?
By attaining Nirvana, which ans living my life according to the Noble Eight-Fold Path.
But life is suffering, and I cant bring myself to live anymore. Death is also suffering, and I refuse to die. So whats left?
Theres only one thing to do. I must live my life according to the Noble Eight-Fold Path without living my life. Complicated? Not really. Cant I just do that here?
Mahakala and my yurt fade from existence as Need and Intent shapes the Void around . The anguish and misery remains, but clarity of purpose keeps it at bay, if only by a little bit. Still, its enough to get things done, and I find myself in a bizarre yet eerily familiar room, one Ive never seen before yet recognize on sight. My bedroom. Not my room back ho, in the village of the People, nor the one in the manor at the Northern Citadel. This is my room, not Falling Rains. Raynes bedroom. The room I tried to model Baledaghs after, the room I tried to turn into the seat of power within my Natal Palace, but a room I couldnt rember enough of to do justice.
Three all white walls surround , with floor to ceiling windows on the fourth overlooking the waterfront, a view I rarely have ti to appreciate. Peering up at the ceiling, I take in the white, stucco ceiling, plastered with movie and video ga posters aplenty, the only heroes I cared about in this life I once lived. Behind sits my comfortable, king-sized bed which takes up most of the room, the first large purchase I ever made with money I earned myself. The only other furniture in here is my bookshelf, which sits laden with books, toys, and comics, and my desk where I sit at each and every day, playing gas and browsing s for quick laughs. Nostalgia almost overwhelms , but my purpose is all I have, so I sit down in front of my computer, move the mouse, and watch the screen flicker to life. My movents are automatic, guiding my mouse to my orange browser icon and double-clicking to open up a familiar page in a red and white the with thumbnails aplenty.
A video loads, unprompted by , and Im treated to a birds eye view of myself, lying in the dirt with all my pets and most of my loved ones beside . My sweet wifey checks my pulse as my heart surges with joy at the sight of them all, because they are all still alive and well, though the battle still rages on around them. However, I must keep in mind that the situation could change in an instant, as war was a fickle beast. This could also be another illusion, and I cant lose them again, not here, not like this. Panic overwhelms and I push myself away from the desk, the screen going black as I clutch myself and shiver. This is not the place to do this, my last and only bastion of peace and solace, so once again, the Void reforms around .
I sit at a desk, but not the clean, comfortable desk in my room, with its polished hardwood surface and comfortably padded sides. No, this desk was built with only cost and function in mind, where comfort or aesthetics never entered the equation, a hard composite with a coarse texture affixed to flimsy walls of the sa indeterminate material, one reeking of stale coffee and musty fabric. The desk, walls, monitor, mouse, and even the PC sitting by my feet are all but one of many, though I cannot see the others thanks to the joyless, stifling, fractured environnt the ugly walls creates. Almost everything in sight began its life as so shade of off-white, but ti has turned them all an unsettling shade of yellowish brown, and no amount of cleaning can ever reverse it.
Ah yes. A call centre. A world of mindless drudgery, unrealistic expectations, and thoroughly unpleasant experiences. The perfect place to sap away my will to exist.
My barely cushioned chair squeaks and wobbles as I shift in search of a more comfortable position, but failure is all that awaits . Aside from the black screen ringed in forrly off-white, the only other thing that isnt that sa disgusting shade is the black headset attached to the PC below, which I put on by rote reflex. Careful to keep the shared mic from touching my lips, I position it in front of my mouth while the PC powers on. An eternity passes before the screen flickers to life, an eternity I am all too happy to wait, because Im still not entirely ready to see my greatest fears unfold in crystalline 1080p60 again.
One benefit is how muted the colours are on this cheap, off-brand monitor, pulling away from the experience, not only dimming the incandescence of all these Martial Warriors channelling Heavenly Energy and the radiant luminosity that is Ping Ping, but also permitting to watch without losing myself in the happenings. Ti has passed since I last looked in, but not much. Mila, Yan, Lin-Lin, Song, Alsantset, and Mom are all closer than before, holding my hands and smoothing my hair while waiting for to wake, but I dont think I ever will. My pets are all arranged around , even cute Princess who seems more confused than displeased, and were I not drowning in despondent despair, Id co out and poke her cute, exposed belly. Thats not why Im here though. Im here to get all my desires out, for it is my desire to exist which keeps here.
The first ti I left the village, it was because I wanted to see the world, and a city sounded nice. Sure, Akanai strong-ard into joining the Sentinel trip to Shen Huo, but I couldve said no. Sa with the second ti, with the contests with the Society. I foolishly hoped itd be fun and exciting, thinking I could test my skills against people outside the village and maybe make a na for myself. Who doesnt want to be famous? So famous people, probably, but I was blinded by empty allure and utterly ignorant of the costs. Sanshu is where I fucked up the most, because I was the spark that set that firestorm off. Had I been more careful, I could have unveiled the Defiled threat, gotten word out unnoticed, and the Empire would have crushed Laughing Dragon and Yo Ling before they were even ready.
All without creating a veritable monster out of Gen and getting Qing Qing killed before her ti.
No, stop it. Youre not here to indulge in emotional self-flagellation. You know you fucked up. Everyone knows you fucked up. Thats why youre here in the first place, so you can move on without fucking up so more. That is why I must divest myself of the Three Desires, and to do this, the first step is to seek Balance.
How do I know this? Because Ive done it before, I just didnt know it then.
There is no warmth of the Mother to greet , no torrent of Heavenly Energy to accompany it, for my Core sits shattered and broken, but I find Balance all the sa. The tranquil calm of the Void encompasses like a soothing blanket, sheltering from the pain and misery of mories and experiences. Here, in this bleak existence, there is no heartbreak or happiness, no pain or relief, no dread or hope, only numb nihility where nothing ever matters, or it would be so if I could match it. Emptiness within matched by emptiness without, this is my goal and the Path I must take to reach the oblivion I seek, but I harbour too much emotion and desire within to reach equilibrium with that which stands without. Expel all emotion, and all Heavenly Energy will follow, leaving an empty husk of a soul inhabiting a comatose shell of a body. Even if my mortal body dies, my soul should retain this emptiness, freeing from the cycle of reincarnation and the endless trials and tribulations which accompany it.
Emptiness within and emptiness without. This is my goal, and the Path to achieve it is simple enough. I need to stop caring about anything and everything. My family, my friends, my pets, myself, the fate of the Empire, everything, I must embrace apathy, indifference, and true neutrality in order to not be affected by my human failings.
Easier said than done, but I an to try.
Channelling all my emotions, all my pain, anguish, joy, and contentnt, everything I have ever known and experienced, I drive it all out into the world and sever it away, just as I severed my fingers on Zhen Shis demand. In doing so, I sever a portion of my Soul, and the pain is no less now than it was before, when I severed my fingers within Zhen Shis illusions. Deep in the throes of Balance however, the pain is rely notable, a sensation to be perceived rather than suffering to endure. As my emotions spill out in the world, dark clouds form over the battlefield, and my gaze stretches out into the vast surroundings where I see the winds draw in everything it needs to create a powerful storm, one unlike anything ever before. Though I myself am the cause, it is not my intention to create this storm, it is rely a byproduct of my true objective. As I divest myself of the very core of my being, drive out the unnecessary emotion embedded deep into my very soul and send it out into the world, the Energy of the Heavens is drawn to these emotions like a moth to the fla. Then, much like the moth, the Energy is consud and shaped by my diffuse, aimless intent, intent which was driven out alongside my emotions.
Perhaps thats why Zhen Shi pushed to sever my fingers, so he could get a hold of pieces of my soul. For what purpose, I dont really care. Or rather, much as I want to not care, I do, and the Energy of the Heavens senses this, so it shapes itself to do what it can to affect that which concerns . There is no sentience shaping this work besides my own, and even then, it is not by design. All this and more simply cos to , the knowledge flowing through as I beco aware of these happenings. There is no thought or deliberation necessary, which is good because even the curiosity induced by this unexpected happening is driven out into the world, leaving to concentrate on my task instead of getting lost in the mysteries of what, why, and how. Those too stem from my desire for existence, the desire to use my knowledge to shape the Empire and leave my mark behind. So pointless. Why even bother? Even if I raised the standard of living, nothing would change, because life is suffering. Humanity will make it so.
The storm grows as the seconds pass by, and I try not to let my attention linger on my pets or family, but again, I am unsuccessful. The sweet animals all seem so miserable, I cant sit idly by and not soothe them, but their minds are simple and their hearts pure, so all it takes to calm them is a single reassurance, and then I can rest easy. Theyre still sad, especially Aurie, Ping Ping, and Mama Bun, but theyll be fine in ti. Ping Ping will be especially well cared for, and once Im not around, shell have plenty of friends to pick and choose from, including Mila and Yan who already adore her. Mom looks the worst out of the bunch, so out of sorts from her hard fought battle. Wearing her sorrow on her sleeve, she runs her fingers through my hair, and I can almost feel the warmth and love emanating from her touch.
I dont know when or how it happened, but one day, I just realized I loved her so much, and knew she loved too. I was not born her son, but she beca my mother all the sa, a kind, caring, and considerate soul who watched over for so long. We started off on the wrong foot, because she thought I would bring disaster to the People, but even then, she supported her husband and soothed the worries of everyone who ca to her with concerns. She could have brought these concerns to Baatar, or even let them spill over to , but she made damn well certain I would never catch wind of it and promised retribution to anyone who dared let it slip. I was a danger to the People, but a child nonetheless, and she would sooner die than let a child of the People co to harm. She was wrong to protect , but her intentions were good, and I love her all the more for it.
I know all this just as I knew why the storm was forming, her emotions speaking so clearly I might as well be reading her thoughts. The information cos so quickly it feels like Ive always known it, known that shes worried I will never wake, worried her son will die before she does, and the fear hurts almost as much as the loss will. It pains to be the cause of her grief, but she is far stronger than I am or ever will be, and she has others to help her through this.
Love you mom, I whisper, because nothing else needs to be said. She will get through this, because she is Sarnai, Speaker of the People, Wife of Baatar, Mother to Alsantset, and Grandmother to Tali and Tate, a woman who does not know the aning of defeat.
But she doesnt have to get through this alone. Turning my attention to my sister beside her, I gently nudge Alsantsets thoughts towards Mom and smile as they hug and talk. I can hear their voices through the headset, which opens up fresh wounds within my chest, but I sever all the happiness, pain, sorrow, and heartache this interaction elicits and feed it to the world, all a continued part of my bid to close myself off in the Void. No need to worry, I whisper into Alsantsets ear. Youll both be fine. You have each other. And so much more. They dont need . They were fine before I ca along, and theyll be fine long after Im gone.
Unable to bear it any longer, I wrench my attention away from my loved ones and continue divesting myself of emotions and desires, but a disturbance draws my attention back to my family. Demons are nearby, powerful ones, and Defiled behind them, unseen as they move into position to break through the front lines and target my earthly body. My death would make all this much easier, but not if my family stands in their way, so I whisper a warning to everyone who needs it. Careful. Danger approaches.
Its not telepathy with which I deliver this warning to their minds, but rather it is the sentint that makes it through, so I cannot point out the Demons themselves. The warning is too little too late however, as the formidable hit squad erges from Concealnt mid-charge. The first Death Corps soldier to die from this attack is a young man currently nad Wood 57, but before that identified as Green 87 for several years. Born to the Death Corps, he has no actual na, and he wholeheartedly believes his purpose is to serve the Imperial Clan. That said, he was less than pleased when he was put to work as part of the honour guard for an Imperial Servant, especially when it beca clear his master would have no patron to serve. Though no better than a living decoration, he served with all his heart, only to have his hopes and dreams crushed when his master was wedded to a foreign savage, one who then beca Green 87s new master.
A master he ca to respect and admire, because Falling Rain treated him as more than a re slave.
At twenty four years young, Green 87 finally dared to dream of a better future, one which cos to an abrupt end here on the fields of Central. Such is life, for his suffering will continue in the next. It doesnt matter if hes born into wealth and happiness, because life is suffering, and in suffering, we find life.
His story is the first of many that erges in my awareness, dozens of Death Corps lives are lost in the blink of an eye. Many are similar to Green 87, but others differ in almost every imaginable way possible. So were born into the Death Corps, and so were consigned there, forced into servitude over so cri or dispute. So of these valiant warriors were once farrs, tradesn, or scholars, while others are thieves, murderers, and rapists, but one thing they have in common is the bitter sense of failure they all feel at the end, and it is a feeling I know well. Regardless of their lot in life, I bid these lost souls farewell and wish them better luck in their next lives, even as I realize that these experiences are inducing new emotions and desires faster than I can sever old ones.
Emotion is not a finite resource that can be depleted, but rather a source of power in and of itself. I live, therefore I emote, and learning of others experiences brings with it more emotion.
Which ans I need to work faster. Good thing I have plenty of cubicles around.
Splitting my focus into a thousand and one equal parts, I split a thousand of those splits a thousand tis again and assign them each a Natal Soul, Souls which I then set to work at their desks ridding themselves of any and all existence while leaving the largest remaining sliver free to indulge. Stone 32, Blue 67, Paper 8, Iron 41, these Death Corps soldiers and more die before the onslaught of armoured Demons. The Peak Experts have been stretched thin and it will take ti to gather them in force, so there is nothing I can do besides watch as n and won die to defend . After breaking through the sturdy Death Corps line in re seconds, the Demons raise their heads as one and flare with darkness, emitting a baleful aura of terror and despair which sets the mortal Irregulars to fleeing.
Clever. A normal Aura would freeze the Irregulars in place, assuming they could bypass the Imperial defences. This would make it easy to slaughter the crossbow wielding commoners, but Demons and Defiled hardly need the help. Better to scatter them in all directions to spread chaos and panic while getting in the way of actual Martial Warriors.
Slow on the uptake, I realize this baleful Aura will also affect my friends and loved ones, which ans theyll be at the rcy of the Enemy. Soone needs to contend against it, but Ping Ping does not respond to my entreaty, unable to understand the jumbled concepts which make it through to her grieving mind. Casting about for soone else to take on this challenge, I imdiately discard Mom, Alsantset, and Mila from the pool of candidates. Not because theyre not able, but because theyre too stubborn and set in their own ways. This is sothing different, sothing unconventional, which ans I need soone who is open to reason.
Song is the next person to spring to mind, but her emotions are a jumbled ss, so at odds with her normally stoic exterior. Shes worried about the Demons, but not because she fears death. The animals were scattered outside their wagons, and she cant spare the attention to check on them. Its okay though, because most of the animals are already in the wagon, alongside my comatose body. Seek Balance, I remind her, trying to help her get where she needs to be in order to counteract the Demonic Aura of Despair. Remain calm. Lin-Lin has the animals well in hand, the most capable person for this task. Rember how well they hop to obey whenever she makes them do tricks?
Instantly finding her bearings, Song opens her Core to the Heavens, and her spirits soar in response. Thanks to my imminent retreat into the Void, Heavenly Energy is amassing here in greater volus than ever before, drawn here by my divested emotions like wind moving into a vacuum or water flowing downhill. There is no agency at work here, or none that I can sense at least, only natural laws keeping the world chugging along as per usual. That said, this concentration of Heavenly Energy makes it easier to work with, which makes wonder why Songs Aura has yet to kindle and counteract the Enemys gambit, but even as the question takes form in my mind, Ive already reached the answer.
I am not the only person affecting this battlefield. Zhen Shi is hard at work here as well, and though I can not hear his whispers, I can sense his foul influence at work, like tracking a bird at night by its shadow crossing the sky. Zhen Shi casts a large shadow, and I can tell I am sorely outmatched. Outnumbered too, since he has so many Spectres to assist him, but theyre not the sa as my Natal Souls. Spectres are severed sections of souls filled with rage, hatred, anguish, and other dark emotions, set free into the world so they no longer trouble their host, a defensive chanism to avoid Demonization. In order to use them, Zhen Shi must first bend them to his will, making them far less versatile and effective than my self-aware Natal Souls, but the Spectres more than make up for their flaws through sheer quantity alone. Since he does not have to create the Spectres to make use of them, he has far more to draw on, whereas even with one million and one Souls, I am stretched to my utmost limit. Still, the deciding factor in this match is neither nor Zhen Shi, but Li Song, Warrior and pet lover, so I am wholly confident she can win even without my help.
And truth be told, Im beginning to question my reasons for doing this, for influencing this battle as I am. Am I not supposed to live by the Noble Eight-fold Path? There was a clause in there about doing no harm, and by empowering others, am I not responsible for the harm they cause? Then again, if I dont empower them, and they co to harm, would I not still be responsible? Besides, though I love my friends, family, and pets, theyll all be fine without , so really all Im doing is delaying my descent into oblivion. Hell, this might still all be an illusion, one of my own devising made to make feel better about leaving. How do I know if any of this is real? Then again, does it matter? Self-delusion is nothing new to , and while not the healthiest solution, if it works, it works.
Seeing Zhen Shi work his magic is frightening to behold, his presence unseen and whispers unheard, but the fruits of his labour eye-catching and obvious. Songs radiance dims as the Baleful Aura takes effect, her body quivering from head to toe. The workings of her Runic armour reveals itself to in a mont of distraction, but it too is discarded and divested, for knowledge holds no sway over . Focusing back on Song, I see her Oaths weighing heavily upon her and dragging her down into the depths of despair, chains which lead back to , and through them, I finally hear my hated foe.
Fear and weakness are all you possess, Zhen Shis voice finally audible to my ears, Your true value only skin deep. Give in. Give up. Death cos, and freedom awaits.
Bullshit. Lies. Freedom is within your grasp, you only lack the courage to accept it.
Its the truth, but I cant explain it any better because I lack the words and concepts necessary to teach her. Hope flares within Song, hope for a better future, hope I would not have were I in her place, and her glorious Aura kindles and Condenses, throwing off the weight of the Enemys baleful presence. Emotionally, Song is the strongest person I know, and I am proud of how far shes co and how much shes accomplished. If anyone deserves happiness, its her, and while even I lack the power to grant it, Im confident her family will work tirelessly to make it so.
Glancing around the battlefield, I see the Death Corps guards following Mom and Alsantset into battle against the Demons, which elicits a sigh and pang of regret. More emotions to divest. When will it ever end? Theres still so much more to do, even working a million tis faster isnt enough to get by, because human emotion is a bottomless well. Itll never end if I keep feeling things, if I keep wanting to help and co back.
Emptiness within and emptiness without. This is what I aim for, this is the goal I seek.
No more caring.
No more hope.
No more suffering.
Repeating this mantra over and over again, I continue my work on the battlefield while building up walls of apathy and indifference. Sweet oblivion awaits, and regardless of how this battle ends, I an to grasp it before days end.
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