Lazlo is once again seated on the far side of a curtain dividing two comfortable chairs. Lamps decorate the windowless hold of the ship and light it enough for anyone to see their way - and for him to see nothing but a silhouette on the other side of the curtain. The confessional hours are now open.
((ooc: once again, all confessions are assumed
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You know, ever since I was a young boy.. I've been preparing myself for the fight of my life. I've thought about it a lot, how many ways it could end, but... I've never really thought about what happens after it's over. Where do I go from there? Is there more to this life? ...I'd never say this to her face, but there is a beautiful young woman here who I would like to share my victory with someday. I don't see myself as an openly affectionate person, though, so... I hope I don't defeat my enemy that soon.
........ *finds it odd saying all these things out loud for the first time*
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Why won't you tell this woman anything?
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I suppose it's up to you to decide...what would make you happier. And then work to have it.
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Hmm, for starters... It would restore my father's honour, it would give me peace of mind, it would... well, a lot of the rewards would be metaphorical, I suppose.
Not many things interest me, however, you would probably know that if you could see me. *yawns silently* You're not very helpful, are you?
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Well, um. Sometimes those are the rewards a person wants. Peace of mind is a lot more valuable than a lot of people think. I-if you don't have other interests, though, why not keep doing what you're doing?
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