Emily Jane Pitchiner "Mother Nature" (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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asgardeventide2014-06-11 12:35 am
fearsdaughter) wrote in asgardeventide2014-06-11 12:35 am
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[Where she's tucked herself away is unimportant, which is why she's not giving that bit away. Mother Nature sounds more resigned and contemplative than anything, and there's the faint sound of crowds in the background.]
Death is like gravity, it cannot be stopped or all of the universe begins to go out of sorts. Things unravel when people come against such things, more than they believe they are already. Things die, it is a part of existence and a rule of the universe that should never be broken.
And yet here we all are, being forced in to a fight that will be ultimately lost. Forced to take a side and prepare ourselves and others for what? To be felled in battle? To fade out of existence?
[She sighs.]
I don't know how many of you have seen war, but it is not anywhere near so glorious as anyone wants you to think. It is blood and death and terror for little more than bragging rights over some pile of dirt or another.
It is people sitting at windows waiting for their lovers to come back with scars that will never go away if at all.
It is those you love leaving and never coming back.
It is watching everything you love burn to ashes in your fingers for some ideal that will never fill the hole they leave.
[She sighs, shaky.]
Worlds have died before, entire civilizations and people have been erased from existence and yet... here we are, still alive, still existing despite all of that.
We should be planting a new tree, making new homes, not trying to save a burning ship... but what do I know about anything. I'm no god, no war hero.
I've just been dragged here and forced against my will in to a fight I've no interest in. So please; sell me a reason to fight, give me something to believe in that will work.
Death is like gravity, it cannot be stopped or all of the universe begins to go out of sorts. Things unravel when people come against such things, more than they believe they are already. Things die, it is a part of existence and a rule of the universe that should never be broken.
And yet here we all are, being forced in to a fight that will be ultimately lost. Forced to take a side and prepare ourselves and others for what? To be felled in battle? To fade out of existence?
[She sighs.]
I don't know how many of you have seen war, but it is not anywhere near so glorious as anyone wants you to think. It is blood and death and terror for little more than bragging rights over some pile of dirt or another.
It is people sitting at windows waiting for their lovers to come back with scars that will never go away if at all.
It is those you love leaving and never coming back.
It is watching everything you love burn to ashes in your fingers for some ideal that will never fill the hole they leave.
[She sighs, shaky.]
Worlds have died before, entire civilizations and people have been erased from existence and yet... here we are, still alive, still existing despite all of that.
We should be planting a new tree, making new homes, not trying to save a burning ship... but what do I know about anything. I'm no god, no war hero.
I've just been dragged here and forced against my will in to a fight I've no interest in. So please; sell me a reason to fight, give me something to believe in that will work.
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Pretending otherwise is just being dense.
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When what you're stalling for is more time to live--more time for everyone to live--I think it's worth it.