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10. 19. 43 B.C. Alone and all annihilating
I’m gone. Too much hordes the last bit of sanity I have left in me. I am alone but surrounded by so many dead and alive. I have nothing left. I am losing, and that is something that has been occurring lately for me. My men are expiring by the minute, even before they get to muster up the muscle to save themselves do the outsides forces murder them. The surviving soldiers slip through to the surroundings to shake the destiny that’s left in front of their fearful eyes.
I postulate the theory that Brutus is out there doing relatively sufficient with Octavius’ troops. This is something I must not lose hope in for I am overwhelmed with appreciation and gratitude. I musn’t acknowledge victory at this point in time, because as they commemorate amongst themselves, I weep with starved stomachs. As you can see news doesn’t travel rapidly here but I assembled the tiniest bit of hope to the mouth that has released this news. I’m positive there is no way to overcome this battle. This is something I’ve come to full terms with and I’ll wait my interval of time when my death comes at me like a pile of bricks, or like those crows ready to attack as if I were their main course.
Maybe killing Caesar was a contrite act. My actions were irrational. I, Cassius, have caused a chaotic collapse upon not just myself but everyone around me. My own envy got the best of me. Has Caesar’s death caused more conflict than when he was still breathing? My actions are finally catching up to me and if this were a race, they’d be in the lead. I am going no where but down a spoiled path. To you my dear Brutus, I long that you achieve this battle. I long you live, because death by an enemy would not be honorable to you. THIS my friend is REVENGE. This is more than fate. This is Caesar’s ghost and the Gods and Goddesses plotting their own punishment. Caesar even when his human like existence is no more still seems to haunt me.
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Cassius: “The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings. -The tragedy of Julius Caesar. ”
4. 14. 44 B.C. Pleased for perfection
If everything goes accordingly Caesar’s existence will be no more. Rome will benefit from the assassination of their leader. They’re blind, they are too quickly to forgive sly Caesar. Take the rejection of the crown three times and his sudden seizure. He told the crowd nothing happened and to brush the situation off and just as easily they did. His Roman robots don’t see what’s at stake. They are willing to give up EVERYTHING for him. These people are too ignorant and jaded by his God-like character. By taking him out I am blessing Rome for centuries to come.
Caesar has brought this upon himself. He thinks of no one but himself. He constantly reminds people of his position of authority along with his use of intimidation. His greed and ambition are his flaws, and this will be the reason he falls from the top. As a reader this news may seem unpredictable, but I assure you nothing has changed. I’ve come to terms with not tolerating Caesar’s harsh reign on Rome and I’ve created an assembly with some of the most essential people. With assistance from Casca, Decius, Metellus, Trebonius, Cinna, Lepidus, and most importantly Brutus, nothing can stop us. Even Brutus, an honorable man, as well as a intimate friend of Caesar is willing to kill the fellow for the best for Rome. A part of me is conflicted with my decision to hoax a genuine guy, but he is crucial to this plot. Then again it is not my fault my wise words affected him to this extent.
Over and over again I analyze this plan in my head. I know that when the time comes I will strike my sword without an smidgen of maliciousness to come with it. Brutus thinks he fills in the highest form of authority, and again I ponder at the wrong I have done to him. But I have no time to be clouded with guilt while the true revival of Rome will take place a few hours from now. Rome will be free of what seems like this everlasting bondage. Once Caesar is dead it will prove that like everyone else he is just human, nothing less, nothing more.
Yond Cassius has a lean and hungry look; He thinks too much: such men are dangerous
Julius Caesar (William Shakespeare)
6. 7 . 53 B.C. Saving souls so soon
Caesar and I were both brought up equally. We were both fed well and tolerated winters the same. To me he was seen as no greater of a Roman than I, until one day my view of him drastically changed. Caesar dared me to jump into the frigid rapid waters with all my armor on, so I did and without a moment’s noticed he pursued. The current vigorously retaliated and both I and Caesar conquered it with great durability.
Taking the lead, I saw the point of destination when something came abrupt me. “Help me, Cassius, or I sink!” This was Caesar, the Caesar everyone came to know and cherish. A bit of me was torn. Save Caesar or have him sorrowfully sink to a somber death? He was suppose to be my equal, but there he was crying like helpless being desperate for urgent care. He has done nothing wrong to me, but my thoughts are clouded with these brute, blunt, blasphemous ruminations of him.
I had a split second to answer this in which my conscience kicked into full effect and did the best it could under the immense amount of pressure. I propelled my thoughts elsewhere and did what I felt was right. I swam with all my might to Caesar’s struggling body and saved him. My beliefs of Epicurus told me that everyone makes their own fate. So why did I have these thoughts? Had Caesar gotten the best of me by the action of sacrificing myself for him? I could’ve easily been in Caesar’s predicament while trying to save him, but I continued on anyways. Why was I so threatened, after all he’s just another Roman soldier, higher in the popularity department. He’s just a little weaker than I.