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.
