MORTEFI ( @hellseng ) INQUIRED OF JIYAN: ❝ war always seemed to me a foolish choice from men. whatever they win from it, they will only have a handful of years to enjoy before they die. more likely they will perish trying. ❞
The recent events amidst the grounds of Norfall Barrens lay heavily atop young general's shoulders, the reminiscence of a painfully familiar occurrence from the past haunted him even still; fingers were clenched firmly into a tight fist, the only display of anxiety he could permit self to display. Ghosts of the people he was acquainted with lingered upon his mind with so ever tangible presence, close and sufficiently real to extend own hand to grasp. The festering wound within his chest would not soon be mended.
From the perturbing contemplation, the voice of another beckoned his attention, utterly infrequent for them to discuss topics that do not revolve around research and technological advances (either required for front lines or personal pet projects of the redhead). A heavy exhalation slipped in between his parted lips, a hand was lifted to rest atop own chest as if to soothe the raging winds within his soul. "Sometimes people aren't given a choice. And it often depends on circumstances." To be born into that world was to accept the ruthless and unescapable reality, as one could not exist in complete ignorance towards Lament and its consequences. Whether one would opt to act to brave the long night or estrange to endure, would depend on each person individually, yet for those enlisted in the Midnight Rangers there was only one option...
JiYan was aware of sometimes stern judgements Mortefi maintained towards specific topics, nonetheless wished to convey the sentiment of soldiers, fighting by his side daily. Despite his logical and appropriate for people of science and technology way of thinking, the brought up topic was more complex than some researches conducted in closed laboratories. It did require thinking with a heart and conscience, rather than rationalism and absolute practicality. "Our war against Ovathrax— Not many will see its conclusion, even less will be able to enjoy peace. And yet a lot of us would choose to fight, to give others that brighter future we want for ourselves." Anew a tight fist was formed, determination mixed with regret and bottomless grief eclipsed his momentary indecision. That was his reason as well. As a doctor, he saw the obvious limitations in his pursuit to save lives, thus he stepped towards the front lines, to prevent those injuries from happening in the first place. By any means necessarily, he will fight to prevent unnecessary sacrifice.
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