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[Sept. 28] [Suikoden III] The Only World I Know is a Mad One
Title: The Only World I Know is a Mad One
Day/Theme: Sept. 28, 2009 "this broken world we choose"
Series: Suikoden III (...and now back to my on-going story...)
Character/Pairing: Kiheiji, Stephen, Sasarai, etc.
Rating: PG
Sasarai had fallen asleep on the couch, seated sideways with his small bare feet sticking into the air. His sandals had fallen off and lay haphazardly on the floor. One was upside down. His health was holding up, maybe as a result of whatever issues of immunity or such that the doctor had been rambling about, but he was starting to look pitifully tired each day. It made him wonder how the bishop ever managed to take care of himself out on a military campaign. He tried to dispel the intruding thought that no commanding officer worked themselves as hard during a campaign as Sasarai was here. Of course, the thought, once loosed, could never be returned. He walked toward the stove to warm some milk for Roland. He wanted to be ready before the baby woke up squalling.
Stephen was in the kitchen already, slumped over in a chair nibbling his breakfast. He looked worse than Sasarai, but also sort of funny with his long hair tied back in a lopsided ponytail. "Good morning," he murmured at the sound of Kiheiji's footsteps.
"Did you get any sleep at all last night? That can't be good for your ability to fight the disease."
"I slept. For a while," Stephen sighed. "I wish I were a better nurse. I guess you're all just lucky that you've got a first class doctor to make up for the lack of other resources."
The priest was right. They deserved better aid. And official aid at that. Forte, quirky as he might be, was a godsend. If the people who had laid down the quarantine order had had their way they would have had no one and nothing. Where was the justice in that? Where was their sense of mercy or decency? These were Harmonia's own people who were suffering and dying. How did they excuse this? ...Of course, they all might not have. Sasarai had not. The Counsel moved by a majority, so there could have been other dissenters as well. Ones without the dedication, or at least the brazen nerve, to come and do something about it on their own like Sasarai had.
Despite the traveling Kiheiji's work had required him to do, he had never left the country. Harmonia was all he knew. And what a strange and constricted country it was.
"You do good work, Stephen," he said. "Keep your spirits high." He knew how much a bit of encouragement would mean to himself. He wouldn't begrudge the visiting priest any.
"You're too kind, Kiheji. Thank you."
Day/Theme: Sept. 28, 2009 "this broken world we choose"
Series: Suikoden III (...and now back to my on-going story...)
Character/Pairing: Kiheiji, Stephen, Sasarai, etc.
Rating: PG
Sasarai had fallen asleep on the couch, seated sideways with his small bare feet sticking into the air. His sandals had fallen off and lay haphazardly on the floor. One was upside down. His health was holding up, maybe as a result of whatever issues of immunity or such that the doctor had been rambling about, but he was starting to look pitifully tired each day. It made him wonder how the bishop ever managed to take care of himself out on a military campaign. He tried to dispel the intruding thought that no commanding officer worked themselves as hard during a campaign as Sasarai was here. Of course, the thought, once loosed, could never be returned. He walked toward the stove to warm some milk for Roland. He wanted to be ready before the baby woke up squalling.
Stephen was in the kitchen already, slumped over in a chair nibbling his breakfast. He looked worse than Sasarai, but also sort of funny with his long hair tied back in a lopsided ponytail. "Good morning," he murmured at the sound of Kiheiji's footsteps.
"Did you get any sleep at all last night? That can't be good for your ability to fight the disease."
"I slept. For a while," Stephen sighed. "I wish I were a better nurse. I guess you're all just lucky that you've got a first class doctor to make up for the lack of other resources."
The priest was right. They deserved better aid. And official aid at that. Forte, quirky as he might be, was a godsend. If the people who had laid down the quarantine order had had their way they would have had no one and nothing. Where was the justice in that? Where was their sense of mercy or decency? These were Harmonia's own people who were suffering and dying. How did they excuse this? ...Of course, they all might not have. Sasarai had not. The Counsel moved by a majority, so there could have been other dissenters as well. Ones without the dedication, or at least the brazen nerve, to come and do something about it on their own like Sasarai had.
Despite the traveling Kiheiji's work had required him to do, he had never left the country. Harmonia was all he knew. And what a strange and constricted country it was.
"You do good work, Stephen," he said. "Keep your spirits high." He knew how much a bit of encouragement would mean to himself. He wouldn't begrudge the visiting priest any.
"You're too kind, Kiheji. Thank you."