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Emotions
Isabel Night
Dear Anubis,
I must apologize for not keeping you up-to-date on all that has been going on in the Nether Realm, but with the Cherry Blossom Festival starting in a few days...I have often found myself thinking of you…and our friendship. I know that when you were still one of Talpa's Warlords, that all of us, including Sekhmet, would take a seat on the wide stone bench located directly under the largest Cherry Tree in our former master's garden. From there, we would just sit down, talk, laugh, and admire the beauty that spring had bestowed upon our world. Even as I write this, the flowers in Talpa's Garden have become more beautiful than they were last spring. I guess…spring has finally decided to stop mourning the death of her warrior…and has decided to continue her seasonal cycle of death and rebirth. However…it has not been easy for the remaining seasonal armor bearers to move on from your passing.
I know that I could place the blame of your death on many things: my stupidity, your rash behavior, Kayura not knowing her place within the Nether Realm, and/or our former master's desire for blood and power. However, now that I look back on it, I can only conclude that our long, bottled up emotions took precedence over our rational, thinking minds.
I guess, to the average mortal, that all this nonsense about humans not being able to show his or her emotions is completely laughable. To some mortals, showing emotions can indicate that a person does have the ability to feel…while to other mortals, showing no emotion can label that person a "sociopath." A "sociopath," or at least what the mortals define the term as, is person who has no ability to show, express, or even formulate emotions. I will clear up any doubts by saying that I am not a "sociopath." I cried on the day of your funeral, I got angry when Talpa lied to us, I felt displeasure at being lorded over by a twelve year old girl, and…I felt the happiness when all four Warlords were brought together under one banner. Our victims may have seen us as killers who were devoid of any and every emotion, but to each other…we were so much more.
Maybe…not being able to show our emotions was the real cause of your death. I know that any human, mortal or immortal, can say they care about someone…but to show that love, respect, and care can mean so much to the person in question. Perhaps…if we had shown you that respect by listening to your wishes…then maybe you would still be with us today.
I am no Buddhist Monk…nor am I Shinto Priest; I am just a warrior from a long-forgotten time who made a series of mistakes that eventually cost him the life of his best friend. I can say these words by just finishing this letter, or I can show you these words by completing this letter and placing it on top of your headstone. Today, I plan to do the latter.
Your brother-in-arms,
Cale
THE END