Better days are coming
[Private, completely unhackable]
So that's it, huh? Makoto Shishio is dead; not directly by my hand, but I can hardly ask for a redo, and it was close enough to being due to my plan than I'll call it revenge enough. There wasn't even enough left of him to cut off his head...
And with that, I'm left with what? Everything I've done since my father's death I've done to that end. I could claim control of Yamano and what's left of Clan Enma, but my fights with Graham and Shishio...Shishio may have been an insane megalomaniac, but his words stick with me. Am I strong enough to hold on to a whole nation? Would I just be crushed and make my so-called peoples' lives even harder? Without any support or goals, it's just not worth it.
And aside from that, what do I know how to do besides fight and manipulate? Hell, I can't even retire, I'd probably starve to death if I tried to settle down and farm. I guess that all I've got left to me is to keep soldiering. Maybe...if I do that, I'll become stronger. Or find a new cause. Or die. I've certainly come close enough already...
I'm heading to Figaro now, I guess. To my dear posterity, the moral of this story is...there aren't morals to stories, because they don't end. Just live your life.
...Looking out at the pastures here, I can't help but wonder what happened to Sazabi...
So that's it, huh? Makoto Shishio is dead; not directly by my hand, but I can hardly ask for a redo, and it was close enough to being due to my plan than I'll call it revenge enough. There wasn't even enough left of him to cut off his head...
And with that, I'm left with what? Everything I've done since my father's death I've done to that end. I could claim control of Yamano and what's left of Clan Enma, but my fights with Graham and Shishio...Shishio may have been an insane megalomaniac, but his words stick with me. Am I strong enough to hold on to a whole nation? Would I just be crushed and make my so-called peoples' lives even harder? Without any support or goals, it's just not worth it.
And aside from that, what do I know how to do besides fight and manipulate? Hell, I can't even retire, I'd probably starve to death if I tried to settle down and farm. I guess that all I've got left to me is to keep soldiering. Maybe...if I do that, I'll become stronger. Or find a new cause. Or die. I've certainly come close enough already...
I'm heading to Figaro now, I guess. To my dear posterity, the moral of this story is...there aren't morals to stories, because they don't end. Just live your life.
...Looking out at the pastures here, I can't help but wonder what happened to Sazabi...