[align=center][div style="borderwidth; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 14pt;"]Didn't they all have to grow up fast?
There wasn't any option, after all. Time moved fast when you only had twenty-one years to live. In your physical form, anyway. When he was little, the year seemed to trek by at the speed of a turtle. It seemed as if it couldn't go fast enough. Now it seems as if they're speeding by, counting down the days until his was up. The stress seemed to weigh him down, speed time up. He doesn't know why he's so worried. This wasn't the first life he lived. He, in a sense, is an old soul. The creator of this foundation. Isaac himself. Maybe it was because ultimately, whatever he was brought back for, he feels as if he hadn't achieved it. Three years would be up before he knows it. What if he never knows?
She remembers, she says. She says it so lightly that, had he not been expecting an answer, he fears he may not have heard her. There's a shift in her tone. She hugs herself, and while one could simply disregard it as her being cold, Kai knows better. It's when she wants reassurance that she won't judge him, that he knows what comes next. The part where she says she is scared, because there are some who are. Even the ones you'd never expect to be. In response, he says nothing.
And there it was. She spills the words out to him, her eyes reflecting those very emotions she felt. Admittedly, sacrifice isn't something that's pretty— shedding your physical form requires blood spill in its purest form, even if pure wasn't what it seemed like at that time. Because Kai had experienced sacrifice after sacrifice, he'd become desensitized from witnessing the act. Became used to comforting those who seek his guidance, reassuring them that there is nothing to fear; that giving yourself fully and completely will exempt yourself from the pain that came when it was time. Even if it were to come, that pain is temporary. That what comes next is beautiful.
But this, somehow, feels different. Doesn't exactly seem as if Eury is looking for guidance, but what? Reassurance? Semblance? When she finally finishes, she looks at him as if she's expecting the worst, yet hoping for the best. Kai wouldn't ever be the one who tore her down for how she felt; ill-ridden words wouldn't do what prior prophets before him thought it did. But it felt weird to reassure her, too. Not when he was fighting with the very prospect itself— not that he was scared, no. He knew what was to come. Shed himself from any he fear that came with it, or maybe he thought. But saying what he was supposed to say ... he didn't know. He stood there so long, that he almost forgot he had to say something.
"I think," he starts, pushing himself from his fence to approach her. He had two ways to go, before he ultimately fell on what he knew "That Pain is as temporary as death. That a small second here, is an eternity of happiness there. That when the time comes, there's our loved ones waiting for us at the other side. No pain, no sickness, no devastation. Just love." Slowly, he reaches out to both of his hands, palms lifted. He's urging her to take them. "The Pastor He— I wouldn't ever put you in a predicament unless I knew it as best. You know that, right?"
Focusing on what he knew, rather than the what it took to get her, he hopes distracts her from the truth: That he didn't know, and deep down inside, maybe he was scared, too.
There wasn't any option, after all. Time moved fast when you only had twenty-one years to live. In your physical form, anyway. When he was little, the year seemed to trek by at the speed of a turtle. It seemed as if it couldn't go fast enough. Now it seems as if they're speeding by, counting down the days until his was up. The stress seemed to weigh him down, speed time up. He doesn't know why he's so worried. This wasn't the first life he lived. He, in a sense, is an old soul. The creator of this foundation. Isaac himself. Maybe it was because ultimately, whatever he was brought back for, he feels as if he hadn't achieved it. Three years would be up before he knows it. What if he never knows?
She remembers, she says. She says it so lightly that, had he not been expecting an answer, he fears he may not have heard her. There's a shift in her tone. She hugs herself, and while one could simply disregard it as her being cold, Kai knows better. It's when she wants reassurance that she won't judge him, that he knows what comes next. The part where she says she is scared, because there are some who are. Even the ones you'd never expect to be. In response, he says nothing.
And there it was. She spills the words out to him, her eyes reflecting those very emotions she felt. Admittedly, sacrifice isn't something that's pretty— shedding your physical form requires blood spill in its purest form, even if pure wasn't what it seemed like at that time. Because Kai had experienced sacrifice after sacrifice, he'd become desensitized from witnessing the act. Became used to comforting those who seek his guidance, reassuring them that there is nothing to fear; that giving yourself fully and completely will exempt yourself from the pain that came when it was time. Even if it were to come, that pain is temporary. That what comes next is beautiful.
But this, somehow, feels different. Doesn't exactly seem as if Eury is looking for guidance, but what? Reassurance? Semblance? When she finally finishes, she looks at him as if she's expecting the worst, yet hoping for the best. Kai wouldn't ever be the one who tore her down for how she felt; ill-ridden words wouldn't do what prior prophets before him thought it did. But it felt weird to reassure her, too. Not when he was fighting with the very prospect itself— not that he was scared, no. He knew what was to come. Shed himself from any he fear that came with it, or maybe he thought. But saying what he was supposed to say ... he didn't know. He stood there so long, that he almost forgot he had to say something.
"I think," he starts, pushing himself from his fence to approach her. He had two ways to go, before he ultimately fell on what he knew "That Pain is as temporary as death. That a small second here, is an eternity of happiness there. That when the time comes, there's our loved ones waiting for us at the other side. No pain, no sickness, no devastation. Just love." Slowly, he reaches out to both of his hands, palms lifted. He's urging her to take them. "The Pastor He— I wouldn't ever put you in a predicament unless I knew it as best. You know that, right?"
Focusing on what he knew, rather than the what it took to get her, he hopes distracts her from the truth: That he didn't know, and deep down inside, maybe he was scared, too.
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❝ When I was a child, I heard voices Some would sing and some would scream You soon find you have few choices I learned the voices died with me When I was a child, I'd sit for hours Staring into open flame Something in it had a power Could barely tear my eyes away❞
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