justprompts - The question should be, is it worth trying to do, not can it be done.
The question should be, is it worth trying to do, not can it be done. -Allard Lowenstein
As a rule I have little time for politicians - one hundred and twenty years of experience is more than enough to show that, for the majority, their words are empty platitudes designed to cling on to power, rarely used to affect any real good. Mr Lowenstein does have a point however.
Sir Eoforwine continues to be calm in my custody. I watched him for a little while today, trying to ascertain the extent of his problems, although he makes no acknowledgement of my presence. He seems so....lost. I can't begin to imagine what he's seen in his many years. I wonder to how many of them he's spent alone and if it is the isolation that has damaged his mind so greatly. Or perhaps he simply can no longer handle the changes in the world around him. It's barely recognisable to me and I'm from a time far more recent than he is. It probably seems like a den of madness to him.
I have no idea whether it is possible to help him now. He can hardly live out a normal life and I have to admit that I doubt he can be 'fixed'. But at least I can perhaps one day give him the peace of death, as awful as that sounds.
But even if that is his only goal, there are others who I can help, myself included.
My friends and colleagues are all similarly afflicted and, whilst we work to keep the darker forces at bay, not one of us wouldn't drop any mission at a moment's notice if it allowed us to help ourselves.
Immortality it seems makes us selfish.
As a rule I have little time for politicians - one hundred and twenty years of experience is more than enough to show that, for the majority, their words are empty platitudes designed to cling on to power, rarely used to affect any real good. Mr Lowenstein does have a point however.
Sir Eoforwine continues to be calm in my custody. I watched him for a little while today, trying to ascertain the extent of his problems, although he makes no acknowledgement of my presence. He seems so....lost. I can't begin to imagine what he's seen in his many years. I wonder to how many of them he's spent alone and if it is the isolation that has damaged his mind so greatly. Or perhaps he simply can no longer handle the changes in the world around him. It's barely recognisable to me and I'm from a time far more recent than he is. It probably seems like a den of madness to him.
I have no idea whether it is possible to help him now. He can hardly live out a normal life and I have to admit that I doubt he can be 'fixed'. But at least I can perhaps one day give him the peace of death, as awful as that sounds.
But even if that is his only goal, there are others who I can help, myself included.
My friends and colleagues are all similarly afflicted and, whilst we work to keep the darker forces at bay, not one of us wouldn't drop any mission at a moment's notice if it allowed us to help ourselves.
Immortality it seems makes us selfish.