Consulting the Flag
In the Flag room, Basil sat in the Lotus position, his eyes closed and his face serene. He was meditating, or, as he prefered to call it, consulting the Flag. He had so many questions, and not enough answers.
Was Sarge worth it? Most humans were fragile, subject to disease, old age, and death at an enemy's hand. He was a rare exception to that rule; Sarge was not. What would he do when Sarge dies? Would he be able to move on and find another love, or would he be left full of sorrow and empty, mourning him for the rest of eternity?
He didn't have the answers, and today, the Flag was not responding.
((If you can find the little bugger, you can play with him.))
Was Sarge worth it? Most humans were fragile, subject to disease, old age, and death at an enemy's hand. He was a rare exception to that rule; Sarge was not. What would he do when Sarge dies? Would he be able to move on and find another love, or would he be left full of sorrow and empty, mourning him for the rest of eternity?
He didn't have the answers, and today, the Flag was not responding.
((If you can find the little bugger, you can play with him.))