Memento Mori

[fermionprincess]

[At night, House Consenesco's Chosen Champion is standing on the observation deck, looking at the dark horizon.]

For death to strike so suddenly...

Truly, it may come at moments most unexpected.
I wonder did he leave any regrets behind.

Comments

[azure_savior]

He was on the battlefield. I'm sure he knew the risks...

... Though I thought we'd shaken off that rash of bad luck from February.

[fermionprincess]

Is it luck, or merely effort of individuals hostile to our own agendas?

Regardless, the Clan Wolf members do seem quite prepared to die at any moment. How thoughtful of them.

[wardeninexile]

Ranna walks onto the deck, then stops as she spots Alessandra.

"Up so late?"

[fermionprincess]

Such a calm night is the perfect time for deep private thinking, is it not?

[wardeninexile]

"Aff, it is also the perfect time for paperwork," She smiles a little faintly at that.

"You have heard then, quiaff?"

[fermionprincess]

So I did. As a matter of fact, this is the reason for me being here.

[wardeninexile]

"Am I... interrupting, then?"

[fermionprincess]

Not at all. The evening is plentiful enough to share with everyone, after all.

[wardeninexile]

Ranna nods as she walks up to Alessandra's side.

"In a way, Resnick illustrates our way of life so well."

[fermionprincess]

Oh, does he?

[An expression of polite curiosity.]

[wardeninexile]

"It was brought to my awareness sometime ago that we tend to 'retire' our warriors much earlier than other cultures."

She pauses for a bit, seemingly trying to find the right words.

"So many of us burn bright, burn fast. He rose up in the ranks, earned a bloodname and died in combat. His genetic legacy has been secured - that is perhaps the final goal for many of us."

[fermionprincess]

Live a fast and focused life, leaving behind a trail of legends and great deeds? How romantic!

[wardeninexile]

A smile.

"Aff, that is what many in the Clan would do. We Wolves tend to juggle duty and glory better, even as many times both will coincide.

One could say that may also be the difference between Crusaders and Wardens."

[saikyocivrobo]

You seem to be at peace with his death. All according to Consenesco principles, huh...?

[fermionprincess]

It is a rather... complicated situation.

[saikyocivrobo]

That's rare. Would you mind enlightening me?

[fermionprincess]

To be at peace with loss and mindful of those who suffer are two mutually exclusive feelings. If taken to their logical extreme, House Consenesco's principles do make you seem like an uncaring lout!

[saikyocivrobo]

Well, are there any principles that are healthy when taken to an extreme? There's a reason "moderation is key" became such a cliche phrase.

[fermionprincess]

What if one were to take moderation to the extreme? Or would it be the same as taking moderation into moderation?

...

Regardless, the best way to state my current situation would be: I accept sir Resnick's fate, but I am not happy about it.

[saikyocivrobo]

Extreme moderation would be always picking the middle road, I'd imagine. Not a good thing either, sometimes one of the extremes is the proper answer. It's all situational.

[Werter coughs.]

Our space barbarian. I'm not happy about his death either. He should've stayed around more, see more of Earth. Broaden his horizons.

[gurrenbrigbonded]

"Fah." Matthew says to himself, leaning against one of the railings.

"Regrets are for freebirth swine who have no purpose in their lives, and no will to follow through with their convictions. Resnick was a trueborn warrior, that lived each moment of his life as it should have been. His glorious death–"

His voice suddenly chokes, cutting the toxic stream of Crusader Clan dogma off. His entire frame tenses. His hands clench at the railing with white kunckles.

[fermionprincess]

Ideals are hard to reach, are they not?

This is why they are called ideals.