[As the feed clicks on, Ryuubi is at the riverfront, crouching by the water. The river is mostly frozen, but some distance from the shore, a large pile of wood and flammable material has been set ablaze and burns steadily despite the snow. There's a jagged gap in the ice, and the deep dark water shows through
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Playing? No - remembering rather. It's true, Cao Mengde has his hour, and then the Sima clan... but allow an old man to indulge in his one grand victory.
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[shocked expression]
Were you THERE?
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[doing math, which really doesn't matter seeing as people can be taken from any place in time and space.]
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My memory reaches back two thousand and five hundred years.
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I'm envious, you got to live through the most amazing period of Chinese history.
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Twenty-five hundred years, and every time - this inferno, then Jingzhou, the Riverlands, Hanzhong... and inevitably, Yiling. Yunchang falls to his own pride, Yide to his own temper, and I, to grief. I gain my kingdom in fire, and lose it in fire. But there is never another way.
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I'd trade anything for such a gift... I've all the suffering in the world and yet still nothing to show for it.
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Do you know what I died of? What Cao Cao died of, since you know your history?
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my account would simply fall short.
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It wasn't accomplishment and struggle. It was blood and dirt and politics and sleepless nights and more and less idealistic fools grinding ourselves to dust against each other. From where you stand, time makes it all into history, and history is always beautiful at a distance. I haven't the respite of time. I see this fleet and its smoke is still in my eyes. And that burns, let me tell you. That burns.
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If those do not matter, then perhaps NOTHING matters.
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Dreaming, waxing poetic and diligent study can never make it so...
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Well, that really winds down to have much virtue do you think one man can have.
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