Lord of Girth
The woman seemed to clam down a little as I spoke to her. She seemed to resonate with the words that I brought to her. While she still seemed nervous to me, she was willing to open up. I had a feeling, that I would not be the only teacher here today.
It surprised me. This woman was a being who was used to the things in the world that gave people joy. She was able to feel those on a daily basis. She only just now started to lose them. As a child, I was confused as much as she was. I learned quickly that it was the will of the universe that I be in pain. Everything went against me, yet I always seemed to trudge on as though nothing could stop me. I still had no clue what kept me alive. Just the will to survive? To see myself become something more? What if this was my calling? To teach others how to avoid becoming a monster, even when I was one.
A monster teaching others not to be. That was like a drug addict telling kids to not take drugs. Counterproductive. Yet it was working. Because I was a monster. Because I had felt pain. Because I have felt the cold shoulder from people, and from life itself, I could understand what this woman was going through. Maybe my calling was to prevent this? As she excused herself for her tea, Lady Kay walked over and grabbed it from the person who presented it before her. As I had thought, tea was her crutch. it calmed her. And that was good. You needed something to keep you calm from all of the nightmares.
It was after taking care of her tea, as well as pouring some for me, she began to speak of what transpired at a banquet that she attended. One where she saw her two ghosts. This was more than a mental matter. This was caused by someone, and thus was the very reason for her inner torment. I had the same. My own ghost was once alive yet still he haunts me from beyond the grave. He set me upon this path, and I do not blame him. He knew not what he did. So I live on for him, and him alone.
"Ghosts can take many forms. Be it physical or mental. In some cases, both."
Reaching over to the table with the tea, At first I realized I was about to grab it with my left arm. I smirked a little. Before stopping and speaking.
"They can also be limitations of yourself. You can become a ghost that haunts your own very mind. Like myself. I had my arm broken in a fight with a Gen'Dai. To keep myself alive, and to prevent my arm from hindering my fight with the being, I removed it myself. Still I remember to that moment. The rage I felt. The pure power I allowed to course through my veins as I removed my limb with my saber. I still feel like I have my arm. As though it really is there. When in truth, its likely somewhere in deepspace along with the wreckage of the Omega Dreadnought."
Reaching with my right hand, I grabbed the porcelain glass. Feeling the warmth of the drink on my fingers. Burning the tips slightly as I raised it to my face. Letting the aroma flood my nasal passageways with such cleansing effects. Almost as though the tea could wash away my problems. I understood why Lady Kay drank from this. I myself took a sip of the hot liquid. My tongue burned slightly from the heat, but I could still feel the flavor within my mouth, and the frothy feeling as it traveled down my throat as I swallowed. It felt so good. I almost wanted to drink the entire pot that was sitting there. Yet I continued.
"You are confused about the ghosts. What should you do to feed them, and with what? Sedating them will only hold off their anger for so long. Giving them what they want will only strengthen them. So, these ghosts, what do you think they want the most from you?"
[member="Lady Kay"]
It surprised me. This woman was a being who was used to the things in the world that gave people joy. She was able to feel those on a daily basis. She only just now started to lose them. As a child, I was confused as much as she was. I learned quickly that it was the will of the universe that I be in pain. Everything went against me, yet I always seemed to trudge on as though nothing could stop me. I still had no clue what kept me alive. Just the will to survive? To see myself become something more? What if this was my calling? To teach others how to avoid becoming a monster, even when I was one.
A monster teaching others not to be. That was like a drug addict telling kids to not take drugs. Counterproductive. Yet it was working. Because I was a monster. Because I had felt pain. Because I have felt the cold shoulder from people, and from life itself, I could understand what this woman was going through. Maybe my calling was to prevent this? As she excused herself for her tea, Lady Kay walked over and grabbed it from the person who presented it before her. As I had thought, tea was her crutch. it calmed her. And that was good. You needed something to keep you calm from all of the nightmares.
It was after taking care of her tea, as well as pouring some for me, she began to speak of what transpired at a banquet that she attended. One where she saw her two ghosts. This was more than a mental matter. This was caused by someone, and thus was the very reason for her inner torment. I had the same. My own ghost was once alive yet still he haunts me from beyond the grave. He set me upon this path, and I do not blame him. He knew not what he did. So I live on for him, and him alone.
"Ghosts can take many forms. Be it physical or mental. In some cases, both."
Reaching over to the table with the tea, At first I realized I was about to grab it with my left arm. I smirked a little. Before stopping and speaking.
"They can also be limitations of yourself. You can become a ghost that haunts your own very mind. Like myself. I had my arm broken in a fight with a Gen'Dai. To keep myself alive, and to prevent my arm from hindering my fight with the being, I removed it myself. Still I remember to that moment. The rage I felt. The pure power I allowed to course through my veins as I removed my limb with my saber. I still feel like I have my arm. As though it really is there. When in truth, its likely somewhere in deepspace along with the wreckage of the Omega Dreadnought."
Reaching with my right hand, I grabbed the porcelain glass. Feeling the warmth of the drink on my fingers. Burning the tips slightly as I raised it to my face. Letting the aroma flood my nasal passageways with such cleansing effects. Almost as though the tea could wash away my problems. I understood why Lady Kay drank from this. I myself took a sip of the hot liquid. My tongue burned slightly from the heat, but I could still feel the flavor within my mouth, and the frothy feeling as it traveled down my throat as I swallowed. It felt so good. I almost wanted to drink the entire pot that was sitting there. Yet I continued.
"You are confused about the ghosts. What should you do to feed them, and with what? Sedating them will only hold off their anger for so long. Giving them what they want will only strengthen them. So, these ghosts, what do you think they want the most from you?"
[member="Lady Kay"]