A war
People died in Katse's wars.
Civilians died too.
In surfing the 'net...I caught a glimpse of news on another Earth.
Freedom in Action.
When I was fighting, I felt like a hero, most days. Actually, some days.
Mistakes happen. They cost people their lives. I didn't make mistakes. The ninjatai didn't make mistakes. Or did we. Hearing Nambu say, "Good job," was the only thing that'd let me sleep some nights.
And, when a mecha is falling apart, having been destroyed before it reaches its target? It lands. It lands on houses, roads, highways...flaming debris, lit fuel, makes like ropes across the land. And it's coming down at 9.8 meters-per-second square, and it's changing direction and that no matter how I worked the numbers and equations, and I'm good, I could never be in enough places to catch death before it landed on someone who was busy living their life before the fallout from a battle with Katse's people ended theirs.
One of the good things about being the kind of operative I was trained to be is that I didn't do much thinking. I defined right and wrong in regards to loyalty to my group -- the ninjatai...and, to a larger extent, Utoland City, and Utoland.
I don't know what I think.
I'm just tired. Every world I look at, it's more of the same. Death and destruction for the stupidest of reasons and grief everywhere.
Civilians died too.
In surfing the 'net...I caught a glimpse of news on another Earth.
Freedom in Action.
When I was fighting, I felt like a hero, most days. Actually, some days.
Mistakes happen. They cost people their lives. I didn't make mistakes. The ninjatai didn't make mistakes. Or did we. Hearing Nambu say, "Good job," was the only thing that'd let me sleep some nights.
And, when a mecha is falling apart, having been destroyed before it reaches its target? It lands. It lands on houses, roads, highways...flaming debris, lit fuel, makes like ropes across the land. And it's coming down at 9.8 meters-per-second square, and it's changing direction and that no matter how I worked the numbers and equations, and I'm good, I could never be in enough places to catch death before it landed on someone who was busy living their life before the fallout from a battle with Katse's people ended theirs.
One of the good things about being the kind of operative I was trained to be is that I didn't do much thinking. I defined right and wrong in regards to loyalty to my group -- the ninjatai...and, to a larger extent, Utoland City, and Utoland.
I don't know what I think.
I'm just tired. Every world I look at, it's more of the same. Death and destruction for the stupidest of reasons and grief everywhere.