This little story is in Van's POV. It's my idea of what Van was thinking
after he killed the Zaibach Solider in the second last episode (you know,
after Basram used that secret weapon thing).
Disclaimer: I don't own Escaflowne *sniffle*
Grey Skies
What have I done? What have I done?
I can still hear his angry screams as his guymelef was engulfed in flames. The smell of melting steel and human flesh filled the cockpit of Escaflowne, and it was so sickening that I nearly vomited. But now the air has cleared, and I can see the wreckage before me. What was once an enormous guymelef is now a pile of charred rubble. And it was my doing for my hand was the one that guided Escaflowne's mammoth arm and drove the sword deep into the energist of the other melef.
I was only protecting myself, wasn't I? On the battlefield killing is only natural. Kill or be killed an old Fanelian soldier once said. So if that is the way, why do I feel so guilty? He was my enemy; it was my duty to kill him. But on the other hand, he wasn't really my enemy. He was only a man driven to fight by my true enemy, Dornkirk. He was simply a man, probably with a mother or father who will grieve, or perhaps a family who will no longer have a father to protect them. Oh why have I let this war blind me so? Does death and killing matter to me anymore? Do I really care if one thousand wives lose their husbands, or if one thousand mothers lose their sons because of my resentment?
I shall never forget the sound of his voice. He was angry and bitter, and I felt the same, exactly same. His scream, and his words; they were so full of hate. Why did I feel that same hate? When did I become so bloodthirsty like Dilandau? And how much blood will I spill before my day of redemption will come? How many more men must die at my hand?
To that man I was the enemy; however, I am only an innocent victim fighting for a peaceful Gaea. He was no different; I could sense it as his cries faded to silence. Damn that sound! It continues to ring in my head like a dragon that refuses to let it's pray escape alive and well.
Oh Hitomi, you were right. I enjoyed fighting. I've been so absorbed in your protection that battle was something I looked forward to. I wanted nothing more than to stop the war and kill Dilandau so that you would be safe. All this time I wanted to make sure that you weren't hurt. But in the end, I was the one who hurt you.
Look at what war has done to us. This is what happens when hate clouds the minds of men. Dryden was right. Soldiers are a strange bunch. All we think about is war. But for me that truth will be no longer. I will learn to appreciate the beauty of life for we only get one.
I've wasted the lives of too many men.
Yes, it was short . so sue me. I'm the writer, and you're the reader. I write whatever the hell I want and you sit back and say "Wow, that was excellent!" lol. I'm just kidding!
~Theo G
Disclaimer: I don't own Escaflowne *sniffle*
Grey Skies
What have I done? What have I done?
I can still hear his angry screams as his guymelef was engulfed in flames. The smell of melting steel and human flesh filled the cockpit of Escaflowne, and it was so sickening that I nearly vomited. But now the air has cleared, and I can see the wreckage before me. What was once an enormous guymelef is now a pile of charred rubble. And it was my doing for my hand was the one that guided Escaflowne's mammoth arm and drove the sword deep into the energist of the other melef.
I was only protecting myself, wasn't I? On the battlefield killing is only natural. Kill or be killed an old Fanelian soldier once said. So if that is the way, why do I feel so guilty? He was my enemy; it was my duty to kill him. But on the other hand, he wasn't really my enemy. He was only a man driven to fight by my true enemy, Dornkirk. He was simply a man, probably with a mother or father who will grieve, or perhaps a family who will no longer have a father to protect them. Oh why have I let this war blind me so? Does death and killing matter to me anymore? Do I really care if one thousand wives lose their husbands, or if one thousand mothers lose their sons because of my resentment?
I shall never forget the sound of his voice. He was angry and bitter, and I felt the same, exactly same. His scream, and his words; they were so full of hate. Why did I feel that same hate? When did I become so bloodthirsty like Dilandau? And how much blood will I spill before my day of redemption will come? How many more men must die at my hand?
To that man I was the enemy; however, I am only an innocent victim fighting for a peaceful Gaea. He was no different; I could sense it as his cries faded to silence. Damn that sound! It continues to ring in my head like a dragon that refuses to let it's pray escape alive and well.
Oh Hitomi, you were right. I enjoyed fighting. I've been so absorbed in your protection that battle was something I looked forward to. I wanted nothing more than to stop the war and kill Dilandau so that you would be safe. All this time I wanted to make sure that you weren't hurt. But in the end, I was the one who hurt you.
Look at what war has done to us. This is what happens when hate clouds the minds of men. Dryden was right. Soldiers are a strange bunch. All we think about is war. But for me that truth will be no longer. I will learn to appreciate the beauty of life for we only get one.
I've wasted the lives of too many men.
Yes, it was short . so sue me. I'm the writer, and you're the reader. I write whatever the hell I want and you sit back and say "Wow, that was excellent!" lol. I'm just kidding!
~Theo G