I watched as the fighting continued between the resistance and the
officials for quite a while. It wasn't until I felt a slap on my back,
that I turned my eyes away and moved them to see Jurgen standing behind me,
a smile playing on his lips.
"Good work Preston, I knew you could do it." His eyes shifted away and looked to the destruction that was going on and nodded his head slightly.
I watched his expression for a moment before turning my glance back downward, watching Libria. "We're back at war again. . ."
He shook his head. "We always were."
I thought back to all the times where I had been blinded by the Prozium and all of the destruction and mayhem I have caused. I even let them take my wife, without caring. I watched and did not stop them, I killed my own wife. I know it is my punishment, and I have to live with that for the rest of my life and be reminded each time I look at my children. I have killed a lot of people and I just hope that the guilt will not haunt me forever.
"What do we do now?"
He turned away from the window and leaned against the wall, folding his arms over his chest. "Wait. It will take some time, it will cause confusion. But without the Prozium factories, without the dosages, the effect will wear out and like I said before, our cause will be won by human nature. Once you are feeling you don't want to go back to nothing."
"And after?"
He shrugged and pushed himself away from the wall, placing a hand on my shoulder and looked right at me. "There is no telling what will happen, we just have wait. It's all we can do."
"These people have been following orders from what they have seen on their television screens at home, on the streets—they were all around us. When they see that there is no more of that, what are they going to do? The human nature would be fear."
He shook his head and dropped his hand from my shoulder before he began pacing back and forth in front of me. "While we wait for the Prozium to wear off, we can have the technology restored and replace Father's figure with a new figure to explain to everyone what has happened and what will happen next."
"And how do we know it won't turn out to be the way it was before, only just in a different way. It will become circular, what will be the point?"
He sighed and shook his head. "Preston . . . It is the only way for now. They will be confused and scared if they do not have something to look for at home or on the streets. Once they understand that there will be no more of it and there is no more Father, we can get rid of it and change the government to how it had been before, only now, we open up a new kind of law, new ways. This will work. Trust me."
I nodded and looked back out the window. The streets were covered with dead men in all black, blood was scattered across the pavement, and around our world once again. This, for sure, would put a large scar on our Libria. The only question now, was would it remain that way, or would it actually be fixed?
"Good work Preston, I knew you could do it." His eyes shifted away and looked to the destruction that was going on and nodded his head slightly.
I watched his expression for a moment before turning my glance back downward, watching Libria. "We're back at war again. . ."
He shook his head. "We always were."
I thought back to all the times where I had been blinded by the Prozium and all of the destruction and mayhem I have caused. I even let them take my wife, without caring. I watched and did not stop them, I killed my own wife. I know it is my punishment, and I have to live with that for the rest of my life and be reminded each time I look at my children. I have killed a lot of people and I just hope that the guilt will not haunt me forever.
"What do we do now?"
He turned away from the window and leaned against the wall, folding his arms over his chest. "Wait. It will take some time, it will cause confusion. But without the Prozium factories, without the dosages, the effect will wear out and like I said before, our cause will be won by human nature. Once you are feeling you don't want to go back to nothing."
"And after?"
He shrugged and pushed himself away from the wall, placing a hand on my shoulder and looked right at me. "There is no telling what will happen, we just have wait. It's all we can do."
"These people have been following orders from what they have seen on their television screens at home, on the streets—they were all around us. When they see that there is no more of that, what are they going to do? The human nature would be fear."
He shook his head and dropped his hand from my shoulder before he began pacing back and forth in front of me. "While we wait for the Prozium to wear off, we can have the technology restored and replace Father's figure with a new figure to explain to everyone what has happened and what will happen next."
"And how do we know it won't turn out to be the way it was before, only just in a different way. It will become circular, what will be the point?"
He sighed and shook his head. "Preston . . . It is the only way for now. They will be confused and scared if they do not have something to look for at home or on the streets. Once they understand that there will be no more of it and there is no more Father, we can get rid of it and change the government to how it had been before, only now, we open up a new kind of law, new ways. This will work. Trust me."
I nodded and looked back out the window. The streets were covered with dead men in all black, blood was scattered across the pavement, and around our world once again. This, for sure, would put a large scar on our Libria. The only question now, was would it remain that way, or would it actually be fixed?