ext_158887 (![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
seta-suzume.livejournal.com) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
31_days2009-10-16 10:47 am
seta-suzume.livejournal.com) wrote in 31_days2009-10-16 10:47 am
[Oct. 16] [Suikoden III] Life and Light
Title: Life and Light
Day/Theme: Oct. 16, 2009 "Bring me lasting light"
Series: Suikoden III
Character/Pairing: Sasarai, Nika
Rating: PG
"Father, can you promise me that I will reach the peaceful hereafter?"
"Father, I'm scared!"
"Pray for me!"
"Give me your special blessing!"
Sasarai's head hurt by the time he came back to Kiheiji's house. While Forte and Stephen labored mainly in the miniature hospital, he carried out his own form of resistance all around the island, going from person to person and house to house whenever they had need for his services. In the event of a death, he did what he could, but also pointed the family in the direction of Kiht, who did his best to oversee the physical dealing with the dead.
A hundred voices were ringing in his ears. Everything he was doing- none of it seemed good enough. He didn't regret his decision to come to Viela, but he wished he weren't quite so impotent. Even the doctor he had had a hand in scavenging up could only do so much. Everyone wanted to live. And he couldn't blame them for that. Everyone who died wanted eternal salvation. And he saw no fault in that desire either. He only saw his own weakness and sad inability to provide either desire with any certainty. When he gathered up the strength, he would be praying for all of them, but first he needed to sit down and have something to drink.
"May the holy circle serve as a guide to the souls of the righteous.
May the brightness of heaven surpass that of its markers, filling and purifying the souls of the faithful."
It was funny to be called, "Father," so much, but it was what he wanted. Enough people here knew his full identity as it was. This bit of discretion would leave the locals with no real reason to remember him. He was simple visiting priest. (But not a country one. Everyone seemed to peg his accent as city.)
"You look down," Nika said, bringing him a cup of tea. "I hate to say this, but I'd been wondering for a while what would cause that goofy smile to fall from your face. None of us could've known how hard it would be beforehand. 'How hard is it to help?' you thought. Well, now you see."
"Oh, the tea is as bitter as your words," he laughed, taking a feeble sip. Perhaps sorrow sapped him, but a bit of friendly adversity only made him want to fight on harder. He had more practice with human foes than invisible agents of disease. He had to pick his battles. He could do little to fight to bring the people life, but to bring them lasting light...
Day/Theme: Oct. 16, 2009 "Bring me lasting light"
Series: Suikoden III
Character/Pairing: Sasarai, Nika
Rating: PG
"Father, can you promise me that I will reach the peaceful hereafter?"
"Father, I'm scared!"
"Pray for me!"
"Give me your special blessing!"
Sasarai's head hurt by the time he came back to Kiheiji's house. While Forte and Stephen labored mainly in the miniature hospital, he carried out his own form of resistance all around the island, going from person to person and house to house whenever they had need for his services. In the event of a death, he did what he could, but also pointed the family in the direction of Kiht, who did his best to oversee the physical dealing with the dead.
A hundred voices were ringing in his ears. Everything he was doing- none of it seemed good enough. He didn't regret his decision to come to Viela, but he wished he weren't quite so impotent. Even the doctor he had had a hand in scavenging up could only do so much. Everyone wanted to live. And he couldn't blame them for that. Everyone who died wanted eternal salvation. And he saw no fault in that desire either. He only saw his own weakness and sad inability to provide either desire with any certainty. When he gathered up the strength, he would be praying for all of them, but first he needed to sit down and have something to drink.
"May the holy circle serve as a guide to the souls of the righteous.
May the brightness of heaven surpass that of its markers, filling and purifying the souls of the faithful."
It was funny to be called, "Father," so much, but it was what he wanted. Enough people here knew his full identity as it was. This bit of discretion would leave the locals with no real reason to remember him. He was simple visiting priest. (But not a country one. Everyone seemed to peg his accent as city.)
"You look down," Nika said, bringing him a cup of tea. "I hate to say this, but I'd been wondering for a while what would cause that goofy smile to fall from your face. None of us could've known how hard it would be beforehand. 'How hard is it to help?' you thought. Well, now you see."
"Oh, the tea is as bitter as your words," he laughed, taking a feeble sip. Perhaps sorrow sapped him, but a bit of friendly adversity only made him want to fight on harder. He had more practice with human foes than invisible agents of disease. He had to pick his battles. He could do little to fight to bring the people life, but to bring them lasting light...