Prompt 83.5.C Books Photo / WritersMuses
Of all tha' they hae taken from us, tis funny tha' I miss books the most. I donnae mind sae much when busy in the fields, but, at night when they hae put us back in these wee cells, and I feel tha' tightness of the manacle, chainin' me tae the wall like some animal. Aye, tis then tha' I find miself thinkin' of how much we hae lost.
We try and act like it doesna bother us, we hae tae, for the lads among us. It isna easy. I look at some, like wee Angus MacKenzie, and I canna help but, feel tha' I could hae done more. I could hae stopped them at Lallybroch. Iffin only I'd heeded Claire's warnin's. She'd told me wha' tae expect, but, I'd pledged mi word and tha' of those who would follow me. Maybe too, deep down, I didna wanna believe we would fail, and I couldna take tha' chance nay matter how much I loved her. Och, why didn't I listen? It twas my duty as their Laird tae protect them, tae see them safe for their wives, and for their bairns and instead mi actions brought them here, or worse, cost them their lives.
Wha' kind of life is left tae those who survived Culloden now? Mi head keeps askin' why they donnae just kill us. Wha' reason do they hae in keepin' us here? We spend our days workin' 'til we're too tired tae move, fed little more than enough tae keep a wee lassie alive, then our evenin's tellin tales of lives we'll ne'er agin know, and books we'll ne'er agin read. They willna say it themselves, but, I know I've failed them all, and I donnae know how tae undue the wrongs I've done. I donnae know how tae gie them back all they hae lost, and worst of all, I'm afraid tae ask their forgiveness.
Muse: Jamie Fraser
Fandom: Outlander Books by Diana Gabaldon
Words: 319