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kenoscomm2024-02-24 01:07 pm
baltimores) wrote in kenoscomm2024-02-24 01:07 pm
ota;
[ This isn't exactly something he does. Not on this scale, at least.
This communion's presence is akin to stepping off into the vacuum of space, cold and dark and empty. A void without feeling, submersed into nothingness — but deep enough there's also the faint pulse of a drowned, hurting heart. And even though it's coming from Amos, there's the sense of him curiously poking at it like an open wound.
It has been a couple of weeks since he killed Cyrus, a fact he has not bothered to hide. A couple of weeks since he has been forced to contend with the responsibility he bears for the deaths of innocents in Springstar, and so — ]
Hey.
[ When he speaks his voice is soft, and gentle, and something that could maybe even be called repentant. Or at least trying to be, the concept being a very, very, very new one for him. ]
So, I've been doing some thinking. There was this time I got caught up in a mass casualty event. Lady I knew then was a nurse, so she was doing what she could, because it had to be done. She also took the time to spend time with the dead. All of them, I think. I didn't really get it then, but I think maybe now...
[ He trails off, fumbling with his words. That pulse maybe grows a little stronger, and then he's back. ]
I dunno how feasible it is, but we should be collecting the names of everyone who died during all of this. When we make the new world — [ because there is no doubt in his mind that Zenith is going to succeed, and their new world will be made — ] we can build some kind of monument. Put everyone's names on it. Give people a space to take their moments with them, even if they ain't here anymore.
I know this don't exactly fix anything, but it's a start. I can keep track of the names. [ There's another pause, and when Amos speaks again, he's much more sure of himself. ] I won't forget them.
This communion's presence is akin to stepping off into the vacuum of space, cold and dark and empty. A void without feeling, submersed into nothingness — but deep enough there's also the faint pulse of a drowned, hurting heart. And even though it's coming from Amos, there's the sense of him curiously poking at it like an open wound.
It has been a couple of weeks since he killed Cyrus, a fact he has not bothered to hide. A couple of weeks since he has been forced to contend with the responsibility he bears for the deaths of innocents in Springstar, and so — ]
Hey.
[ When he speaks his voice is soft, and gentle, and something that could maybe even be called repentant. Or at least trying to be, the concept being a very, very, very new one for him. ]
So, I've been doing some thinking. There was this time I got caught up in a mass casualty event. Lady I knew then was a nurse, so she was doing what she could, because it had to be done. She also took the time to spend time with the dead. All of them, I think. I didn't really get it then, but I think maybe now...
[ He trails off, fumbling with his words. That pulse maybe grows a little stronger, and then he's back. ]
I dunno how feasible it is, but we should be collecting the names of everyone who died during all of this. When we make the new world — [ because there is no doubt in his mind that Zenith is going to succeed, and their new world will be made — ] we can build some kind of monument. Put everyone's names on it. Give people a space to take their moments with them, even if they ain't here anymore.
I know this don't exactly fix anything, but it's a start. I can keep track of the names. [ There's another pause, and when Amos speaks again, he's much more sure of himself. ] I won't forget them.
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[He doesn't have much to add to this, sadly, so he's probably cutting this off early.]
Even though it is inevitable in conflict to have losses... I hope that it does not make you lose sight of what is truly important.
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But everything that comes after... ]
I know what's important. [ Zenith, and making the new world. That part's instinctual to him, but he knows that isn't exactly what Hiiro is referring to, so... he takes a second. ] I know something like this can't happen again.
[ ... But also that it might. As sincere as he is in this moment, he also has a bad track record of slipping up without meaning to. ]
... I think we'll get there. [ Which really could mean anything, but. He's trying. Whether that actually means something remains to be seen, but that's about as far as his limits extend, and it's just what he has to work with.
Though there's the sense that he hopes Hiiro will be alright, too. ]