Characters: Sagittarius Aiolos, Mitsumasa Kidi
Rating: K
Note: My English is so rusty! Shame on me! I'd grateful if you tell me there're mistakes, or nonsense phrases in this! ;-)
030: Death
A darkened room.
Low, shy voices enumerate attentions, count down hours, few, left to the man.
A darkened room, a body placidly laying on a big bed.
Snow-white hands hold his life. Warm tears, so fond, cry the very end.
Bonds break, ineluctably. Even those created by fate.
A figure, standing by the bed.
An immaculate look in his eyes, crossed by trails of sadness. A trace of bitter seriousness.
Obliged, yet critical. Amiable, yet aloof.
The look of a saint.
"Doesn't she know you are here now?"
"No."
"Why don't you let her know you're here?"
"Because this is a moment of her own."
"No, it's because of me."
"You're dying."
"I know."
"Aren't you afraid of it?"
"Should I?"
"Yes, you should."
"For my sins?"
"No. Because it scares. It scares every man."
"She's safe."
"I'll be watching over her."
"I know."
"But I can't approve what you did. Neither would she."
"It's for her, for her sake."
"She would have not accepted it. So many lives, too many. And you chose for them an atrocious fate."
"It's for her, for her sake."
A darkened room.
A life is fading away, not even a goddess can avert it.
She's confused, the little goddess. From her eyes plentiful tears are cried, but those are not wept to satisfy a whim. They are the salted drops spurted from the deep source of sorrow. A human sorrow. The pain of losing someone. She's confused, the little goddess.
And he feels it.
"Was you afraid?"
"I was, as it scares. It scares every man."
"I don't know if I did well, but I did it for her."
"I know."
Truth has just been revealed, even though it was long known in everybody's heart. A truth that can't surprise, but which scares a little. Each of them.
Him, too.
His look softens.
In the very moment of death, eyes wide open are searching for an hold. Any hold. To stay a little longer. And he now has pity on him: as many mistakes he made, he now is only a man who's dying. The burden of his just revealed secret will accompany him after death, indeed.
And now, he feels only pity for him.
Maybe, his look was the same: in that never forgotten moment, a moment so far and close at the same time, his eyes were wide open, full of terror. Just like the eyes of this old man dying.
hands trembling.
The faithful servant's eyes fill up with tears.
It's the end.
He is still there, standing by that bed, while life has just gone.
A silent presence, that judges any more.
A hand, ethereal, rises in the vacuum air in front of him. And it rests on those eyes. To close them.
And in his look, hard and detached, amiable and sad, the look of a saint: there's only pity.
