
04-04-2012, 07:29 PM
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Re: Understanding [Altamira] "I know you're right... I just... It's a little like..." as she spoke aloud, letting her words come as her thoughts did, in a more stream-of-consciousness way than she normally felt comfortable with, her hands began gesturing freely to try to help get the ideas out, "when someone goes off to war, and when they come back, they've been fundamentally changed, you know...? And they... they expect to find that the world they've left has changed with them when they return home, but in fact it's just the same... the people they return to don't understand what they've been through, what they've seen... And no matter how much you try, you can't quite explain it to them if they haven't felt it, seen it, lived it... entiendes? Am I making any sense?"
She sighed a little as she looked up at him, as if searching for that understanding, that empathy in his face. She gazed for a long time into his eyes, seeking something. It was a while before she went on, and her voice was quieter then.
"I have trouble relating to... to people who have had more normal lives. It gets harder and harder the more I'm around the Dome and so many weird and dangerous things. I can't just strike up a dinner party conversation like, 'Oh hey, so one time, I leveled a city…' or... 'So then the demon’s seventh head exploded and spewed this green, viscous fluid…'--not even if I wanted to talk about subjects like that. People would think I'm nuts and get away from me real fast.
"Sure I can talk to my sisters about music or food or something else we all love for a while, and I can put on a good front socially, but there's still that disconnect between us... even before the Dome... they did a little fighting, but they were never a weapon like I was trained to be. Never had to murder in cold blood. If I just started up with 'I personally prefer a Bowie hunting knife, but Browning makes one that really cuts through the gristle and tissue well...' they'd be as freaked out by me as anyone else. With good reason. You and Raisha... you've both braved a lot of weird crap. I hope our kids don't have to... I hope we don't leave behind the kind of enemies that will make them face the stuff we have, Rain..."
Cadenza's line of thought finally drifted off, her worries and feelings vented, and left only that silent guilt, that last concern hanging in the air. She stroked her stomach and thought of what might be laying in wait in the future for the children of a mage outlaw from the age-old Spirits of the World and a Grim Angel who was in trouble with some pretty big forces himself. |