02-06-2020, 12:16 PM
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William wasn’t sure how he could sympathise with Elwin for he’d never experienced such sorrow in response to a death. Whilst the death was accidental, Elwin hadn’t been the one to shoot the guy, so what could he do about it? Elwin tried his best and that was more than William could say about himself when assisting the injured newcomers into the Lodge. All he had done was stand back and watch the carnage unfold, curious eyes examining gory wounds and injuries and all that blood.
Perhaps he was too insensitive, but was there really such a thing as too insensitive in the world nowadays? People died all the time, some too by his own hand, but it did not mean that the world should lament over each loss else they’d never stop grieving. He’d been confirmed this very fact when he was only a child; when it came to death, William felt absolutely nothing.
It wasn’t even a numbness, veil to cover the emotion hidden within. No, it was purely a void. An emptiness. His soul was absent of sympathy for the dead, but he could acknowledge that his own views were not the norm.
William gazed out of the window of the Lodge carefully, bright eyes observing discussion between Elwin and Freddie, and in that moment William could tell that Freddie was making an effort to console Elwin. Or, whatever it was that he was trying to do. William blinked, straight-faced, before he eventually stalked silently out of the Lodge to join the two men.
❝ His lung collapsed, ❞ Elwin’s voice grew louder as William neared the two men, arms comfortably folded across his chest as his hollow gaze lingered on the corpse strewn across the ground. Elwin believed that he killed the man. Sure, perhaps the medical mistake did not help his prognosis, but it appeared that he was already in a rough condition to begin with. ❝ Don’t be so hard on yourself, kid- ❞ William began, leaning down slightly to grab onto Elwin’s shoulder, squeezing gently.
❝ You did all that you could. We can’t save everybody. ❞ He tipped his head to peer up towards his younger brother as Elwin stood up again. Freddie held onto the shovel, and William assumed this only meant that he’d offered to help. That was thoughtful of Fred, William squinted; what was he getting out of burying a dead man?
❝ You start digging, ❞ William nodded his head towards Fred before looking over at Elwin, ❝ Don’t you worry; let us deal with the body. You’ve had enough grief for one day, I think. ❞
William wasn’t sure how he could sympathise with Elwin for he’d never experienced such sorrow in response to a death. Whilst the death was accidental, Elwin hadn’t been the one to shoot the guy, so what could he do about it? Elwin tried his best and that was more than William could say about himself when assisting the injured newcomers into the Lodge. All he had done was stand back and watch the carnage unfold, curious eyes examining gory wounds and injuries and all that blood.
Perhaps he was too insensitive, but was there really such a thing as too insensitive in the world nowadays? People died all the time, some too by his own hand, but it did not mean that the world should lament over each loss else they’d never stop grieving. He’d been confirmed this very fact when he was only a child; when it came to death, William felt absolutely nothing.
It wasn’t even a numbness, veil to cover the emotion hidden within. No, it was purely a void. An emptiness. His soul was absent of sympathy for the dead, but he could acknowledge that his own views were not the norm.
William gazed out of the window of the Lodge carefully, bright eyes observing discussion between Elwin and Freddie, and in that moment William could tell that Freddie was making an effort to console Elwin. Or, whatever it was that he was trying to do. William blinked, straight-faced, before he eventually stalked silently out of the Lodge to join the two men.
❝ His lung collapsed, ❞ Elwin’s voice grew louder as William neared the two men, arms comfortably folded across his chest as his hollow gaze lingered on the corpse strewn across the ground. Elwin believed that he killed the man. Sure, perhaps the medical mistake did not help his prognosis, but it appeared that he was already in a rough condition to begin with. ❝ Don’t be so hard on yourself, kid- ❞ William began, leaning down slightly to grab onto Elwin’s shoulder, squeezing gently.
❝ You did all that you could. We can’t save everybody. ❞ He tipped his head to peer up towards his younger brother as Elwin stood up again. Freddie held onto the shovel, and William assumed this only meant that he’d offered to help. That was thoughtful of Fred, William squinted; what was he getting out of burying a dead man?
❝ You start digging, ❞ William nodded his head towards Fred before looking over at Elwin, ❝ Don’t you worry; let us deal with the body. You’ve had enough grief for one day, I think. ❞
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TAKE A HUMAN HEART , ADD SOME VANITY , AUTHENTICITY
[sup]AND PUT THEM ALL TOGETHER . DO WHATEVER TO YOUR BROKEN MACHINE .[/sup]