Destroyed
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Chapter 16: Power
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"With great power.. comes great responsibility.."
~ Stan Lee, Spiderman (don't shoot me ^_~ )
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What saves people?
What brings people back from their very edges and construes to make then whole again?
What facet of mundane life can be said to hold within it the answers to any one person and their life as a film reeled off before their eyes? I have no answers to anyone else's existance, only a faint gratifying reassurance that they live, they breathe, they congigate and interact with other people on a daily basis in order to validate their own existance.
For some it is love that saves them, for some it is friendship. For some the truth brings them back, for some a lie.
Does this mean that human nature is based wholly upon an individual, and therefore "humanity" in all it's glory cannot be said to be a race, just a passing affliction from being to being on a more physical level than anything emotional or spiritual?
How can anyone promise to save another for such a horrendous outlook on life?
How could I, in all honesty, stretch out my hand to another living being and say with whole hearted enthusiasm.. yes, I can save you.
Yes, I know you.
Yes, I can help you.
I can't.
I am not some saviour from god nor am I a world leading authority on religion, I am merely an embodiment of a sense of understanding which is poured like balming water onto a troubled soul which needs guidance only then and there.
The only long term solution may be given and created by the willing soul itself and not by any external force, but that of the surroundings one puts oneself in?
I am just a girl, set on a path she chose a long time ago.
Whether it leads to my own destruction or not.. who knows..?
It has done once.
I am no longer scared of death, the transitionary state of conciousness from one level to another, nor am I frightened that I will never find my Promised Land again, for the joy it fostered inside me with but a few months is more than enough to see me through an eternity of shadows and banes to all existance. No matter where this path takes me, I will save my friends..
I will.
*~ but... what redeems a person? ~*
A saving grace, do you mean?
What saves a person, is themself. I have seen it so much and I have but been about for a small amount of time by the long yawning which is reckoned by the universe a whole being, a flow of time down the ages. I have seen people fight for what they truly believe in, what they think they can do and then acheive is astounding.
I am constantly impressed by the ingenuity of individuals and their redeeming features.
Love, friendship, truth, honesty, loyalty, compassion, grace, honour.
Sometimes a soul cannot help the way it goes and when that happens it is called destiny, or so I like to believe.
All people can be redeemed, if they so wish it. If they deny this then it is simply then denying themselves the chance to give themselves some betterment in their own lives, fogoing the chance to be above it all, to be new and saved from the dross their lives have piled upon them. Everyday I beg for redemption, I pray that I myself can do better, I strive for it.
I live my life by my own words, I am no hypocrite.
If so, what is my saving grace?
Undying will, a soft nature, understanding?
I was told once that I am a vessel of power, but with that power, I must hamper with understanding and responsiblity, lest my own abilities destroy me and the ones whom I love above all else. I will see my way through this.
I will hope and cherish the thought that He can be redeemed.
I will be the one to do it.
*~But.. you think often of death..~*
Yes..
Yes.. I do, don't I?
I don't know why I think of it so much but the thoughts which spiral down into my soul seem to be stuck there more and more. Thoughts of home and thoughts of that sword.. just slicing through me.
Was I only returned to life to be broken again in the use of Planet, of all planets and futures? It is a huge task, and an amazing duty to be fostered upon once such as me.. and I don't know rightly, what I should do.
*~ Why don't you try to save your own life? ~*
Because I am not selfish, like Him.
I don't give up other peoples lives for something I can do just as readily myself and with much better alacrity and understanding of the task which my hands then turn to. I would rather no one suffers but I, for I am the tool and the power, remember? It is not right, it is not fair upon others. They should not suffer the ignonimy of death.. I would do anything to see that they don't. Anything.
Even give up my own life.
*~ do not dwell on the past..~*
I cannot help it.
In my past there lies so much to which I would cling, my hearts and hopes and dreams.
I haven't given up on them yet, I don't need to! If I stop hanging on then they'll all fade away like campfire smoke with the strongest gusts of early morning.
I'll be left with ashes in my hands and a sick taste in my mouth, my stomach turning knots about itself in fury. In hate of myself. There in my past, they are alive.
I know what you're saying..
It's bad to look back so much now that I have a future.. but sometimes I need to balance it.
Looking forward too much ended me dead in the water..
Looking back now, in moderation, may help save those I care for.
*~ Leon? ~*
...I...
*~ Leon? ~*
....
*~ Leon? ~*
E..Especially Leon.
I..
I Lo..
I love him.
*~ Was that so hard to say? ~*
Yes! And no..
Yes because I had promised myself to Cloud so long ago.. and No, because it is simply the truth.
I am scared of what Cloud would think. He must be dead by now... twisted and thrown away by the Heartless.. and if so then what am I doing, agonising over something that shouldn't be painful at all!
Why?!
I can't answer this right now, I don't need time, I just need to see them both perhaps, before the end..
And I will know.
*~ What of Sephiroth? ~*
You know I despise him. Everything he stands for, everything he has done to me and my friends, my family, my world..
He Destroys everything!
He is the Destruction reborn, evil and haunting and lagging on each of my footsteps.. he is like a shadow that clings to my light.
I promised to sink him into the lifestream and away from life so he could not harm it, but he returns like a plague with my every step.
Maybe that is why I need to remain dead.
So he cannot return and beat at the fragile doors of life.
I will do.. much to see him saved, if it were possible.. but in the end, I know what must happen.
*~ You are the Power of Light.. can you tame it? ~*
I don't know.
I can only try, right?
I used to be powerful.. beyond powerful!
I had access to magic that only the lowliest of mages could dream of, but that was when I was in close contact with the very earth of the planet, indeed, any planet. Now, so far away and locked up inside my body, I am not sure.
I would guess that.. I can only try.
Trying is what I do best after all.
*~ Find a way...~*
I will.
For I am the power, remember.. and I will never give up.
Never...
(( sorry it's short.. onto the fun bits :D wootage! ))
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Chapter 16: Power
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"With great power.. comes great responsibility.."
~ Stan Lee, Spiderman (don't shoot me ^_~ )
~
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
What saves people?
What brings people back from their very edges and construes to make then whole again?
What facet of mundane life can be said to hold within it the answers to any one person and their life as a film reeled off before their eyes? I have no answers to anyone else's existance, only a faint gratifying reassurance that they live, they breathe, they congigate and interact with other people on a daily basis in order to validate their own existance.
For some it is love that saves them, for some it is friendship. For some the truth brings them back, for some a lie.
Does this mean that human nature is based wholly upon an individual, and therefore "humanity" in all it's glory cannot be said to be a race, just a passing affliction from being to being on a more physical level than anything emotional or spiritual?
How can anyone promise to save another for such a horrendous outlook on life?
How could I, in all honesty, stretch out my hand to another living being and say with whole hearted enthusiasm.. yes, I can save you.
Yes, I know you.
Yes, I can help you.
I can't.
I am not some saviour from god nor am I a world leading authority on religion, I am merely an embodiment of a sense of understanding which is poured like balming water onto a troubled soul which needs guidance only then and there.
The only long term solution may be given and created by the willing soul itself and not by any external force, but that of the surroundings one puts oneself in?
I am just a girl, set on a path she chose a long time ago.
Whether it leads to my own destruction or not.. who knows..?
It has done once.
I am no longer scared of death, the transitionary state of conciousness from one level to another, nor am I frightened that I will never find my Promised Land again, for the joy it fostered inside me with but a few months is more than enough to see me through an eternity of shadows and banes to all existance. No matter where this path takes me, I will save my friends..
I will.
*~ but... what redeems a person? ~*
A saving grace, do you mean?
What saves a person, is themself. I have seen it so much and I have but been about for a small amount of time by the long yawning which is reckoned by the universe a whole being, a flow of time down the ages. I have seen people fight for what they truly believe in, what they think they can do and then acheive is astounding.
I am constantly impressed by the ingenuity of individuals and their redeeming features.
Love, friendship, truth, honesty, loyalty, compassion, grace, honour.
Sometimes a soul cannot help the way it goes and when that happens it is called destiny, or so I like to believe.
All people can be redeemed, if they so wish it. If they deny this then it is simply then denying themselves the chance to give themselves some betterment in their own lives, fogoing the chance to be above it all, to be new and saved from the dross their lives have piled upon them. Everyday I beg for redemption, I pray that I myself can do better, I strive for it.
I live my life by my own words, I am no hypocrite.
If so, what is my saving grace?
Undying will, a soft nature, understanding?
I was told once that I am a vessel of power, but with that power, I must hamper with understanding and responsiblity, lest my own abilities destroy me and the ones whom I love above all else. I will see my way through this.
I will hope and cherish the thought that He can be redeemed.
I will be the one to do it.
*~But.. you think often of death..~*
Yes..
Yes.. I do, don't I?
I don't know why I think of it so much but the thoughts which spiral down into my soul seem to be stuck there more and more. Thoughts of home and thoughts of that sword.. just slicing through me.
Was I only returned to life to be broken again in the use of Planet, of all planets and futures? It is a huge task, and an amazing duty to be fostered upon once such as me.. and I don't know rightly, what I should do.
*~ Why don't you try to save your own life? ~*
Because I am not selfish, like Him.
I don't give up other peoples lives for something I can do just as readily myself and with much better alacrity and understanding of the task which my hands then turn to. I would rather no one suffers but I, for I am the tool and the power, remember? It is not right, it is not fair upon others. They should not suffer the ignonimy of death.. I would do anything to see that they don't. Anything.
Even give up my own life.
*~ do not dwell on the past..~*
I cannot help it.
In my past there lies so much to which I would cling, my hearts and hopes and dreams.
I haven't given up on them yet, I don't need to! If I stop hanging on then they'll all fade away like campfire smoke with the strongest gusts of early morning.
I'll be left with ashes in my hands and a sick taste in my mouth, my stomach turning knots about itself in fury. In hate of myself. There in my past, they are alive.
I know what you're saying..
It's bad to look back so much now that I have a future.. but sometimes I need to balance it.
Looking forward too much ended me dead in the water..
Looking back now, in moderation, may help save those I care for.
*~ Leon? ~*
...I...
*~ Leon? ~*
....
*~ Leon? ~*
E..Especially Leon.
I..
I Lo..
I love him.
*~ Was that so hard to say? ~*
Yes! And no..
Yes because I had promised myself to Cloud so long ago.. and No, because it is simply the truth.
I am scared of what Cloud would think. He must be dead by now... twisted and thrown away by the Heartless.. and if so then what am I doing, agonising over something that shouldn't be painful at all!
Why?!
I can't answer this right now, I don't need time, I just need to see them both perhaps, before the end..
And I will know.
*~ What of Sephiroth? ~*
You know I despise him. Everything he stands for, everything he has done to me and my friends, my family, my world..
He Destroys everything!
He is the Destruction reborn, evil and haunting and lagging on each of my footsteps.. he is like a shadow that clings to my light.
I promised to sink him into the lifestream and away from life so he could not harm it, but he returns like a plague with my every step.
Maybe that is why I need to remain dead.
So he cannot return and beat at the fragile doors of life.
I will do.. much to see him saved, if it were possible.. but in the end, I know what must happen.
*~ You are the Power of Light.. can you tame it? ~*
I don't know.
I can only try, right?
I used to be powerful.. beyond powerful!
I had access to magic that only the lowliest of mages could dream of, but that was when I was in close contact with the very earth of the planet, indeed, any planet. Now, so far away and locked up inside my body, I am not sure.
I would guess that.. I can only try.
Trying is what I do best after all.
*~ Find a way...~*
I will.
For I am the power, remember.. and I will never give up.
Never...
(( sorry it's short.. onto the fun bits :D wootage! ))