The loss of a... friend?
"Why must innocent people die?"
I believe I've asked this question before. And, once again, there is no one true answer. But now I know of one answer that fits:
People die because they care for us.
True, Plentyn is not a 'person' per say, but what else are we to call him? His sacrifice proves to us he is no demon, for a demon could never love like he did. And we can not call him a creature for no creature has a counsinous that allows it to understand the act of sacrifice for another. Yet we can not call him a person, just for the reason he can take a human form. We can, however, call him a person for the fact that he devolped the ability to care; something his kind is not usually capable of.
It's an amazing feat.
But I never got tell Plentyn that: That it was amazing what he had become. And it breaks my heart.
Did Plentyn die thinking I didn't trust him? I did! I really did! I mean, sure, he annoyed the hell out of me, but I really did like him. He was so quick to forgive. I've never met someone like him would forgive at the drop of a hat, and I never thought I would see such a trait in one who was suppossed to be a demon of all things...
Not to mention it was him who invited Zigfried to the Christmas party. If he hadn't done that, the two of us would have never made up, and we would still be seperate and hurting.
I've been trying to comfort Zigfried as he reacts to this loss, but it's quite hard when I am reacting to it too. My heart hurts as I wonder what Plentyn was thinking of when he died. I worry that he died beliveing that I disliked him. I hurt so much inside wondering if Plentyn knows what I truly thought of him. I thought of him... as a friend.
I pray that Plentyn died knowing that.
Angels Fall First
By Nightwish
An angelface smiles to me
Under a headline of tragedy
That smile used to give me warmth
Farewell - no words to say
Beside the cross on your grave
And those forever burning candles
Needed elsewhere
To remind us of the shortness of our time
Tears laid for them
Tears of love, tears of fear
Bury my dreams dig up my sorrows
Oh Lord why do
The angels fall first?
Not relieved by thoughts of Shangri-La
Nor enlightened by the lessons of Christ
I'll never understand the meaning of the right
Ignorance lead me into the light
Needed elsewhere
To remind us of the shortness of our time
Tears laid for them
Tears of love, tears of fear
Bury my dreams dig up my sorrows
Oh Lord why do
The angels fall first?
Sing me a song
Of your beauty
Of your kingdom
Let the melodies of your harps
Caress those whom we still need
Yesterday we shook hands
My friend
Today a moonbeam lightens my path
My guardian...
~Malik