Sketches: Silent
Kisoku no Yanagi
I wonder if it's rather hasty, to post three chapters at once. It makes it a bit more complicated, I think. Will I get reviews for all the chapters?
I doubt it.
Rath's POV
I am silent.
This is a fact. People have often asked me, "Why are you so quiet?"
Why shouldn't I be? Talking is as much a weapon as a sword or bow, but one that is far more difficult to train. It is like taking a leash to a dragon. You cannot control a tongue, just as you cannot control your spirit. But a barbed comment from a poisonous tongue can be far more cruel than a lance twisting in your side.
So why should I speak?
If I speak, my spirit will go unchecked. When I speak, I cannot harness my words.
And so, out of fear of provoking a fight, I stopped talking.
My father, Dayan, understood this well. He knew that speaking was obsolete; it was not necessary, so why bother?
We share at least one thing other than our face, it seems.
Lyn of the Lorca, you once asked me why I was so silent.
I could've answered lengthily, you know. I could've flew into a long-winded explanation, but I didn't. It was unnecessary, which was what I answered you with.
Would people understand me better if I spoke?
Some call me cold, but that's not true. If you do not cry when someone dies, are you uncaring? If you laugh when someone trips, are you sadistical? If you do not rush to someone's aid, do you hate him?
Life is not black and white. It is orange, and blue, and green, and all the colors that the goddess saw fit to paint Sacae with. It is also gray, I suppose, like the stone buildings of the Lycians, and Berns, and Etrurians. It is crimson, like blood, and brown, like the color of trees.
But too many people believe otherwise.
Sometimes, I think it might be easier to go through life if I had made it a habit to talk. The old women that I remember from my few years with my father chirped like birds, chattering about anything and everything.
Would people be able to better understand me then?
When I speak, it is usually for few words. More are unnecessary.
But are they really unnecessary?
Is speech such an important part of life now?
My comrades can understand me. But can anyone else?
If I walked into a pub, would I be taunted if I remained silent?
If I simply pointed at an item I wished to purchase at a shop, would I be spurned?
Perhaps words are necessary.
But until then, I will remain silent.
Owari
Rath is silent. But what thoughts go through his head? It was with this premise that I wrote this.
Leila: Who is this man? I think I should know him...
He was a traveling companion. He joined us after you died.
Leila: Damn you! You reminded me!
Well, at least you're alive now.
Leila: But now I'm in an alternate universe, and that hussy Serra stole Matthew from me!
Well, maybe he's going to leave her!
Leila: MATTHEW! GET AWAY FROM THAT PINK-HAIRED WITCH!
Shut. Up. My god, are you on permanent PMS? Anyways, again, please review. I realize it probably doesn't help, but it's more a habit now than anything else.