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The mind is a complex thing. It can imagine things no one can describe. It can see things no words can capture. It is your fiercest defender, capable of anything to protect the body it inhabits. It will cheat and lie, fabricate and distort, commit the most heinous of crimes if the result is survival. No one is exempt from its implacable control. Time is its greatest enemy.
He just looked so lost in that moment. All he wanted was a simple name to call his only company. He feels confused and alone, and though he may not realise, he’s grieving for someone he can’t remember.”
He lived in peace for a century. He would never have had that without yours and Aria’s intervention.” “But what was the price? Besides, it was me who dragged him to the Veil, forced Aria’s hand. He should have died, should have made his own choice but I… I took that away from him because I couldn’t stand to see another of my line suffer a loveless life, joyless – after all his sacrifices.”
“When I’m wrong, I rectify, sir.” “Oh yes. I know.” Dantor walked around him, boots echoing off the walls of the Deeping Gorge where the commander had chosen to live. “And you blame it on someone else, something else. I have yet to hear you say the words ‘I was wrong.’ This is what your warriors see – your willingness to put them down, disregard their merits if it heightens yours. Captains don’t do that. They defend their warriors, make them feel like the gods themselves because that is the way we win wars and protect our lands, our people and our gods.”
He’s not better – he’s coping better, in the only way he can. From experience, it never works. I know that. Take it from me, it took Feldar’s misery for me to realise I had been standing on that very same stage, dodging the gaps between planks.”
No amount of logic or reasoning can change the mind of one who does not wish to listen.
Benzir couldn’t find it in his heart to forgive them for what they had done – annihilate a good elf, a grieving father whose only fault was to love his child more than his life.
“You’re a conceited bastard, Ezrah, so full of yourself you fail to see the plight of others. You measure their importance by the things they can do for you. You! You’re no leader.”
To force memories from one who doesn’t remember is like reading a book instead of writing it. Only the author can weave the tale, should never be told what to write, for then, who is the creator and whose are the memories? To break the Code is to condemn the spirit to know, but not to remember.
“You can’t run from the world, Feldar. You can’t run from yourself, from the truth. You can’t escape reality unless you take your own life.
Grief has a way of removing you from the world. It takes strength and determination to return and endure the painful path back to life.
