"If you were speaking with him face to face, and he asked for your advice - would you not say what you believe to be right? What you believe to be true?"
Maybe, but that's a little different from messing around in his heart, with manifestations of his feelings, in whatever way I decide.
I'm not a therapist. Nor am I anyone particularly qualified to help with matters of the heart. I'm just Kino - someone who happened to be drawn into this. And depending on my actions, from what I understand, it could completely change his outlook on life without any input from him.
"'Tis not my place to blame anyone. Inaction will destroy him. You might save him. Between certain death and uncertain salvation, is the choice not clear?"
The street that led you here stops abruptly - and from here you can see a square below, the buildings surrounding it ablaze, and in the center of the square... a giant firebird. It looks injured, a wing hanging limply - but even as you watch, a glow surrounds the creature, mending the wing.
But it's a pointless endeavor. As soon as it's healed, the bird gives a screech, rising up into the air... and almost immediately throwing itself at the surrounding buildings, not caring about the injuries to itself. Again the glow, the healing, again the mindless thrashing; repeat, repeat, repeat.
It doesn't seem to notice them at first have you tried being less tiny, but as it prepares to take off again the phoenix seems to realize there's a new speck of colour down there? For a few moments it pauses, trying to focus on Kino.
The firebird screams at the sky before beating its wings down once. A gust of searing hot wind speeds through the square, and as the heat envelopes Kino they'll get brief snatches of images and feelings - the weight of a small lifeless body in their arms, rage, grief, despair, confusion, a city ablaze.
The firebird screams again, takes off, slams itself down, breaking a wing.
The shockwave of the impact brings new... information, perhaps: nowhere to go anymore. No way to heal, only the sorrow - and the wound is fresh, much too fresh, as though relived only recently.
[They grit their teeth at the impact, the flashes of feelings and information.]
If the place you called home doesn't exist anymore, then find another! There are countless places, and countless worlds. If it's too fresh, then you'll have to be patient and wait - but harming yourself over and over again will never bring back what you lost.
You need to stop and heal before you can continue your journey.
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"If you were speaking with him face to face, and he asked for your advice - would you not say what you believe to be right? What you believe to be true?"
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"And if he does not? If he rejects it? Do you believe your words would not have left their mark nevertheless?"
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I'm not a therapist. Nor am I anyone particularly qualified to help with matters of the heart. I'm just Kino - someone who happened to be drawn into this. And depending on my actions, from what I understand, it could completely change his outlook on life without any input from him.
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"Do not think him so feeble. And know that you are not the only one called here. Others have and will tread this path to help him as well."
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[Sounds pretty feeble to them!]
Anyway, like I said, I'll go. But don't blame me if you don't like the results.
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"'Tis not my place to blame anyone. Inaction will destroy him. You might save him. Between certain death and uncertain salvation, is the choice not clear?"
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Fine.
[Sigh! But they'll move along towards the fire now.]
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But it's a pointless endeavor. As soon as it's healed, the bird gives a screech, rising up into the air... and almost immediately throwing itself at the surrounding buildings, not caring about the injuries to itself. Again the glow, the healing, again the mindless thrashing; repeat, repeat, repeat.
A sad and gruesome sight.
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Hey!
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have you tried being less tiny, but as it prepares to take off again the phoenix seems to realize there's a new speck of colour down there? For a few moments it pauses, trying to focus on Kino.Re: WESTWARD OF TIME
[They shout it, voice calm and clear.]
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Ah, yes. There are those feelings.
They lower their arm, shouting once more:]
...What you are grieving has long passed. Why are you continuing to torment yourself over it?
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The shockwave of the impact brings new... information, perhaps: nowhere to go anymore. No way to heal, only the sorrow - and the wound is fresh, much too fresh, as though relived only recently.
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If the place you called home doesn't exist anymore, then find another! There are countless places, and countless worlds. If it's too fresh, then you'll have to be patient and wait - but harming yourself over and over again will never bring back what you lost.
You need to stop and heal before you can continue your journey.