LYRIC AND TUNE

Remember me? It's been a while, aye? Heh heh. I was depressed over the loss of Borken and thus Ch 13 of TSKAQN... so I just kinda stopped. But there's good news too — I'M BACK! Or, maybe that's bad news...

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Every story, good or bad, revolves around a general theme. I'm sure your english teacher has told you this, correct? Well then, if you pay attention in English then you probably know what I'm talking about.

This story revolves around a very simple concept... it's known as servant and master. I'm not really sure if that's a universal thing or just some corny thing I made up... but surely you've heard the term, "servant of my master?"

Well, if someone is to call themself "servant of my master" they of course know their place in the hierarchy. They're servant, of course, servant of the master.

But what if, by chance, you could never really tell whether you were servant or master? That's me, matey, that is.

Zazu would technically be considered my stooge. That'd mean he was servant, aye? Indeed. But though I tell him what to do and he obeys, he controls me as well.

So although his title is technically servant and I am master, it becomes more master and servant I suppose in our personal hierarchy. He is master and I servant, though our titles are switched.

In that case, servant and master apparently have the same value, is that it? Well, that makes sense... then it'd be servant and servant, master and master... or perhaps mervant and saster? In times like this, I feel I'll never know.

But 'tis I who witnesses pain through our hierarchy... for he obeys me, and yet he controls me. Constantly he will bring me to that reality I never want to hear... remind me of something I don't want to remember. It's like looking in a mirror at a reflection of Scar with zits, or Scar with a bloody nose... looking at a mirror into a bad reflection, essentially.

It's like a song; which is more important, lyric or tune? Just replace the terms with servant and master. Zazu is the lyric and I the tune. Yes, that makes sense... the lyric obeys the tune, yet the lyric controls the tune.

How clever I am.

Everything I see reminds me of it... and everyday, I think of servant and master.

Master and servant. For servant is more powerful than master... as servant can kill without shame. Master can kill, indeed... but look where master is now because of that. Master was foolish to kill. Then again, master is always foolish.

When I leave my lair, it is usually to rid myself of this servant/master combination, for it frightens me... but even outside I cannot escape it.

I can strut to the water hole and stare for hours into my reflection patterned in the water.

Rippled it is... indeed, it fits, I am quite a rippled personality. But that thought is soon abandoned.

In place of my place, I find a colorless flower... one black. Within seconds, one white — all color — lands atop it.

See what I mean? It's everywhere. Everywhere I look, servant and master... master and servant who is stronger than his master.

Master can kill, but servant can murder.

He already has.