Adventure the Third

[philip_charming]

[Coming back to the cottage from the battle with the statue, Philip took care of his horse Samson, moving on autopilot... then just slumped in a chair even as the horse flopped onto a carpet nearby.

Just give him a minute, he'll reach for the bandages soon... Right now, he'll just sit and stare at his battered and aching hands.]

I helped today. I know I did. Lives were saved by my actions; mine, and those of others. But what do you say to the people that died anyway?

What do you do, when your best just isn't good enough?

Comments

[neptanc.livejournal.com]

No, that's not what I meant. I meant… who knows what they think about it, right? Maybe they're satisfied they died valiantly, or something.

[philip-charming.livejournal.com]

...You think they might be satisfied a mobile statue made of knives caved their homes in around their ears.

If they'd been fighting, that would be different; any warrior knows that they might not make it through the battle alive. But these folks likely died before they knew there was a fight, before they knew to escape.

What satisfaction could they have?

[neptanc.livejournal.com]

What blame would they have?

[philip-charming.livejournal.com]

For dying unjustly?

What resentment wouldn't they have?

[neptanc.livejournal.com]

Whether they do or not, you shouldn't worry about it, you know?

[philip-charming.livejournal.com]

They were people. It's not that easy to just shrug and say "You win some, you lose some."