Re: The Hold
In reply to Naomi Weske (msg # 66):
Garrat's hands pause in their movement across the pad as his translator works through Naomi's words. He set's the designs down gently and gazes off into nothing as he process' their meaning. His words come out phrased carefully, and thoughtfully. She catches a snippet of a more complex flowing version of the ancient Germanic Garrat spoke before. "I've only been active in this part of space for about a month, so this war with the Fire Giants, the ones you call demons.. no I have not committed to any one here."
He shifts so he can face Naomi but still doesn't manage to look her in the eyes as the past roils across his vision. "I was born of the accursed into the Frost giant wars of the Asgard. My first wife was human. I could see her only briefly between conflicts, but I held her in my arms when she died of old age. It was half a century before Sharga, my second wife taught me I could love again. She died when her planet was eaten. I violated orders for the first time to go to her but by the time we got there, her world was only a few rocks tumbling through space. I have saved every memory of her though, those will never die.
His eyes try and make contact but he falters. "There were others after, not human as you know them but those who lived long, and fought with me in battle. It was easier than worrying about someone light centuries away, or watching the person you love grow old."
Garrat finally meets Naomi's gaze, and there she sees a hint of something that's a little out of place. When you can't die of old age, there's a point when it becomes unbearable to live. Love is the only thing that can keep you truly living, and duty is the only thing that can carry you across the time of ...death between those who tether you to life. I am old Naomi, love and war are the only constants I know.
Garrat looks down at his cybernetic hand. "And you Naomi, what is it that keeps you going?"
This message was last edited by the player at 06:36, Mon 10 Aug 2015.