Henry (
theboywiththebook) wrote2013-06-28 11:11 pm
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9th Tale: Losing Hope
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[A little over two months he's been dealing with this. The inability to read anything. While he's held onto the hope that he knew he'd get to read soon, he just had to see if he could do it on his own again. Maybe by some stroke of luck or miracle he could finally read the pages of his book.
But, instead of staying at home and reading, where Steve and Bucky are, he's in the village square. If Bucky and Steve saw him looking so upset while he read they'd only feel worse. They were there when he died and they blamed themselves for it. He doesn't need to give them that kind of stress or depression. They've dealt with that stuff enough.Sitting by the fountain he stares down at his story book with a very focused look. He can do his. Henry can read it. But, he sits there for hours by the fountain continuing to look at the one page he's stuck on. No matter how hard he tries none of these words are recognizable. They may as well be chicken scratch.
It gets to the point where Henry can't stand it any longer. Slamming his book shut, he hurls it as hard as he can.
Does it hit someone passing by or land at their feet? Either way Henry folds his arms and just kicks the ground in front of where he's sitting.
Later, when night starts to come, Henry's sitting by the lake. It reminded him of Storybrooke, Maine. They were always close to the water and when he had his castle he would always retreat to it whenever he was feeling like this. Angry, upset, all of it. Watching the waves helped leech all those bad feelings away, and watching this lake had a similar effect.
He loses track of time, 8 PM, 9 PM, 10 PM. The hours tick on by as he just sits there. But, it gets to the point where he realizes it's probably time to get back.
He now wanders back to the apartment in silence.]

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Hopefully, once the war is resolved, we can exist with peace for more than just twenty years. We deserve that.
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[That seemed like how most wars started and the reasons Hinata just gave him were also up there for war starters too.]
Maybe when it's over though the people that started it will get locked up.
[Or turn good. He's fine with either.]
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It is easier to say why I fought. I wish to protect those that I love, my village, our way of life and our right to autonomy. I also fight so that no one else will have to die.
[God, those words hurt, but she reminds herself that Neji is alive here and that tears will do no good in the middle of battle back home.]
That is a very naive way to think about the end of war, Henry-kun. Wars nearly always end with subjugation or death. That, unfortunately, is the way of most worlds, I have found.
sorry that I took forever. Life stuff.
There's always a way to stop fighting without killing people. But, anyways...
You sound pretty brave. I dunno if I could ever do that kind of stuff again...fighting in a war I mean.
Don't worry about it, Chris! I like to backtag!
And...I am not that brave. I only do what I must to make sure that those I care for are safe. So that those who are unable to fight are not dragged into unnecessary situations.
[She looked over at him for a few moments.] Do you knot have anyone here to look after you like that?
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[At least, he'd like to fully believe that. But, Luceti has shaken that resolve just a bit.
Her comment only makes him raise a brow.]
But, that is brave. Someone else might have run off and let another handle it. You're at least trying to keep people safe. That seems brave to me.
[Hinata's question makes him nod.]
I do. I've got friends who'd keep me safe. It still doesn't mean I don't want to help.
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If I had run away, someone I loved very much would have died and then the entire village, perhaps our world, would have been over. I...my actions, however, cost my cousin his life, Henry-kun. I...I do not think that that is brave.
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Fighting to protect the people you is love a good thing though...but, I'm sorry about your cousin. I'm sure it wasn't your fault.
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[She's about to choke on unshed tears now.]I...I would like to speak of something else, if you do not mind.