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31_days2006-01-06 05:01 pm
incandescens) wrote in 31_days2006-01-06 05:01 pm
[January 6th] [Original] looking back
Title: looking back
Date/Theme: January 6th: Valsa de Eurydice / Samba de Orfeu (Waltz of Eurydice / Samba of Orpheus)
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Unnamed
Rating: G
I've been here too long to think that someone would want to come back from Hell.
You don't visit Hell, you see. You're a resident. Leaving it is something that a man talks about with his friends over a drink, but it's not something he ever chooses to do. (And what do you drink in Hell? Molten lead's the least of it.) Sure, the food's lousy, but the company's what you'd have kept in life, and the thing about Hell --
Excuse me a moment.
Yeah, better now. I never get used to the hammers. The thing about Hell is, a man knows he deserves it. That's part of what makes it Hell, see. By the time you get here, when you see the shadows of the things as they come for you, you've been through all the stages of denial. You know you're guilty, and you sit there in your guilt, and that's part of the whole thing.
When it's time to leave? Even then . . . You ever seen some of the guys who've been told to hit the Wheel and say goodbye to here? Guess you don't know why they were walking so slow. See, when you hit the Wheel, you say goodbye to what was left of you. And that's the worst bit of it all. Everyone holds on to something in here. A face. A name. A wish. But now a man has to say goodbye to that as well. And without that, what's left to live for?
I have a son. I don't know where he is or how he's living. I figure he wouldn't want to know about me. Yeah, well, I'm here, aren't I? I did things. Just like you. Some day I'll finish paying.
Time's slow here. I spend a lot of it thinking about the boy; what he looks like, how he's grown, if he has my eyes.
When you see the guys looking back as they walk away, they're looking back at their past, at the things they remember. The things they're going to lose.
(Original piece, Chinese Hell; something I'm fiddling with in another context that sparked a thought for today's theme.)
Date/Theme: January 6th: Valsa de Eurydice / Samba de Orfeu (Waltz of Eurydice / Samba of Orpheus)
Series: Original
Character/Pairing: Unnamed
Rating: G
I've been here too long to think that someone would want to come back from Hell.
You don't visit Hell, you see. You're a resident. Leaving it is something that a man talks about with his friends over a drink, but it's not something he ever chooses to do. (And what do you drink in Hell? Molten lead's the least of it.) Sure, the food's lousy, but the company's what you'd have kept in life, and the thing about Hell --
Excuse me a moment.
Yeah, better now. I never get used to the hammers. The thing about Hell is, a man knows he deserves it. That's part of what makes it Hell, see. By the time you get here, when you see the shadows of the things as they come for you, you've been through all the stages of denial. You know you're guilty, and you sit there in your guilt, and that's part of the whole thing.
When it's time to leave? Even then . . . You ever seen some of the guys who've been told to hit the Wheel and say goodbye to here? Guess you don't know why they were walking so slow. See, when you hit the Wheel, you say goodbye to what was left of you. And that's the worst bit of it all. Everyone holds on to something in here. A face. A name. A wish. But now a man has to say goodbye to that as well. And without that, what's left to live for?
I have a son. I don't know where he is or how he's living. I figure he wouldn't want to know about me. Yeah, well, I'm here, aren't I? I did things. Just like you. Some day I'll finish paying.
Time's slow here. I spend a lot of it thinking about the boy; what he looks like, how he's grown, if he has my eyes.
When you see the guys looking back as they walk away, they're looking back at their past, at the things they remember. The things they're going to lose.
(Original piece, Chinese Hell; something I'm fiddling with in another context that sparked a thought for today's theme.)