Words in war
Inspired by mbuggie's words on Camp Toccoa on lj.
This is a Roe angst fic with hints of Roe/Jackson if you turn your head to the side and squint just right…
Words in war mean nothing. They are nothing but empty promises and hope given to so many that have so little left. They fall so easily from your mouth now. "Your going to be ok." "Just hold on" "Just stay with me" "You will be fine, everything will be fine." You know it is all lies, he is never going to be fine again. He is never going to be whole again. As you stare down into his beautiful face. His once beautiful face. No, it is still beautiful, it is just a different beauty now. It is beautiful in its clarity. In its ability to see through the lies you are telling it. To see the future you can't. To see what waits for him after his last strangled breath. Your words mean nothing. Nothing in this war. Nothing in this time of bombs, shells, and bullets. Nothing to you. But to the men that die under your hands and whose faces become fixed in your eyes your words mean something. Your words in this war mean so little to you and so much to them because they are so often the last things they hear.