Sway

[ludster]

     

Time is fickle. Fate is unkind.

This much I already understand.

So why...

   

Why does it still hurt every time?

  

   

Foolish is what some might call the gambit you played; heroic would others deem it as; and some might even go on, calling you a martyr of sorts for what you have done. To spark something grander, even in your death; as if you were more than just your actions, but your presence as well.

 

Maybe that is why this dance I offer unto you is not one of grieving, but one of respect.

  

To honor your word, not through whimpers and sobs, but through celebration of what you had accomplished. Because surely, others could only hope to achieve what you had done in your lifetime, no matter how abrupt it may have been. To be beholden to her presence, to inspire ire for the next generation, to become a man who had become oh so confident in what he has become. Surely, people will actually miss you.

   

And yet, mourning is not in my nature. To show your pain to others is often perceived as a sign of weakness. And yet, when you drew your last breath, I shed a tear. That happens oh so rarely, you know? Take that as you will. I'm sure you know we all had the utmost respect for you and you know I'm not one to ramble.

  

Thus, for now, this dance is for you.

 

Remember us.

  

As I can assure, we—and the entirety of Esshar—will remember you.

 

This dance may have been your last.
However the ripples of your influence goes on.
Your wings will continue to flourish.
   
And in her arrival will we see you once more.
   
   
Goodbye.