ROTM 1.31.3 - Innocent
1.31.3 - Who's the most innocent person you know?
Ask me this question at different times in my very long life, and I would give you a different answer with each. But the names don't change just because time passes and I meet new and different people. They change because innocence never lasts. It gets lost, or more often gets taken away, and cruelly. Violently.
Connor was an innocent. He was the truest kind of innocent: a baby. A beautiful, living, breathing, brand-new person. It was like he represented unending potential-- potential to live a good, simple and happy life, as untouched by the evils of the world as I could manage to make it. And he also meant the chance for me to really atone for the horrible things that I'd done, by protecting a new life to make up for my evil un-life.
But the world had other plans, and an innocent baby grew to an angry, bitter and confused young man. I've seen the life that Connor should have had-- would have had, if I hadn't been his father-- and all I could do was pray that he stayed that way. He didn't, of course, and even that false innocence was ripped away.
Fred was a kind of innocent, years ago, at least in that she was just like anyone else, going through all the good and bad of the only world that nine out of ten people on this planet will ever experience. No matter what someone's seen or done, until they cross that line and learn what really is out there going bump in the night, they still have an innocence that can be lost.
And then the portal, and Pylea. And then the slaver demons and the caves. We got her out of it, and it wasn't all that long before she was herself again, but you can't un-learn things like that, no matter how much you might want to. There was no turning back. There never is.
Drusilla was an angel on earth, sweet and loving and very, very special. And even though with her visions, she was touched by something more than normal already, she wasn't prepared for the evil that would touch her next. There was nothing that could prepare her for Angelus.
I couldn't just kill her. I couldn't just destroy her and those she loved. Cruelty was art, and I was Michelangelo. Drusilla was my Sistine Chapel. Before I was done, she was broken and twisted, driven completely insane by the evil I did around her. And then I turned her.
I don't have a new "most innocent person" yet. But when I meet him or her, all I know for sure is that it won't last long. It never does.
Angel
'Angel' the series
Word Count: 455
Ask me this question at different times in my very long life, and I would give you a different answer with each. But the names don't change just because time passes and I meet new and different people. They change because innocence never lasts. It gets lost, or more often gets taken away, and cruelly. Violently.
Connor was an innocent. He was the truest kind of innocent: a baby. A beautiful, living, breathing, brand-new person. It was like he represented unending potential-- potential to live a good, simple and happy life, as untouched by the evils of the world as I could manage to make it. And he also meant the chance for me to really atone for the horrible things that I'd done, by protecting a new life to make up for my evil un-life.
But the world had other plans, and an innocent baby grew to an angry, bitter and confused young man. I've seen the life that Connor should have had-- would have had, if I hadn't been his father-- and all I could do was pray that he stayed that way. He didn't, of course, and even that false innocence was ripped away.
Fred was a kind of innocent, years ago, at least in that she was just like anyone else, going through all the good and bad of the only world that nine out of ten people on this planet will ever experience. No matter what someone's seen or done, until they cross that line and learn what really is out there going bump in the night, they still have an innocence that can be lost.
And then the portal, and Pylea. And then the slaver demons and the caves. We got her out of it, and it wasn't all that long before she was herself again, but you can't un-learn things like that, no matter how much you might want to. There was no turning back. There never is.
Drusilla was an angel on earth, sweet and loving and very, very special. And even though with her visions, she was touched by something more than normal already, she wasn't prepared for the evil that would touch her next. There was nothing that could prepare her for Angelus.
I couldn't just kill her. I couldn't just destroy her and those she loved. Cruelty was art, and I was Michelangelo. Drusilla was my Sistine Chapel. Before I was done, she was broken and twisted, driven completely insane by the evil I did around her. And then I turned her.
I don't have a new "most innocent person" yet. But when I meet him or her, all I know for sure is that it won't last long. It never does.
Angel
'Angel' the series
Word Count: 455