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 Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 6:27 pm
Camelot nodded his head.
"Ill at ease is an understatement for what I'm getting from you," he admitted, "but there's more to both of us than that. I'm not too uncivil, and you've no reason to consider me an enemy right now." He took a breath.
He tried not to comment on Elysion. he had been there, yes, but it was before he had been a knight .He didn't remember seeing knights there, and didn't want to give too much information about himself away.
This man was smart. Very much so. It wasn't a stretch to think that he would be able to figure something like that out.
"It's all a matter of perspective, I suppose," he said at length. "We all fight for something, more personal than the war itself. What started it or how it will end. Every individual has something more important to fight for, and what keeps them going. The reason we each decided to keep stepping into these forms, you know? There's nothing simple about drawing lines between the sides. That's why I'm not willing to leap into fights, just because I'm told I have enemies. I will fight for who and what I believe in. Right now, I believe in peaceful resolution, and preserving life."
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2011 6:35 pm
"If it were as simply as you almost make it sound... I wonder if I would be hear speaking to you." he said with a calm blink. "I wonder if you would have had the good grace to share tea with me... if it were more personal reasons than blind allegiance to the 'feelings' we give off... I think that scares me more to be honest. It implies that the greater portion of the youth of Destiny city are... homicidal, and willfully so unlike say...you and I."
He paused with a small shrug. "That, I admit is going on a first impression of you -and- a whisper in my ear from a woman you assisted."
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Posted: Tue Jun 07, 2011 11:27 am
Camelot shook his head.
"I don't think so. I think most are dragged into the fighting. And have to do what they think they have to. Some don't understand, some thing they understand too well. Both can be dangerous. And it's not any one side. The whole war is..."
He stopped, though, looking at the Negaverse officer in wonder.
"A woman I...?"
He looked down at his arm, the injury burning. For some reason, he imagined he knew who the Nega was talking about. Not any civilian Camelot had truly saved, surely, but the woman named Zircon he had fought in the library. Fought being a generous word. They scuffled, then she shoved him down the stairs and fell with him. He had protected her from the fall, breaking his arm in the process.
"Do you mean Zircon? I don't think she likes me very much." He offered a thin smile at that understatement. But that didn't change the fact that he had hope for her, in some ways, despite how angry she had become at their argument. She hadn't killed him, after all.
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Posted: Wed Jun 08, 2011 4:46 am
"In a war, perhaps the best way to determine favor is the fact they aren't currently trying to kill you." He said with a light tease.
"...though on the previous topic, I don't think anyone fumbles into 'torture' and cutting throats... not when it's a disorganized RABBLE lead by no one who seems to be older than their teens, driven by hormones and blind faith, some of them mixing it with, as you mentioned a supreme sureness in their own 'direction'... I've never heard that Senshi have anyone who orders them to fight beyond themselves... they lack a ruler, they stare wistfully at the grave of their dead princess who wasn't even of this world...no more than them and wish she would return to rule this place..."
He tilted his head waved a hand... "their CATS even go so far as to awaken children. Little ones like 'Hugbell' then they call them 'Chibi'... imagine putting someone that age into a -war, arming them with magic and pitting them against...well... surely someone will fight them."
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 9:56 am
Camelot nodded his head, but he didn't subscribe to that theory, either. He had, after all, risked his life to save the woman who was trying to kill him. They had only been in danger because she was shoving him down the stairs, after all. But he supposed that was the point: he really shouldn't be saving people trying to kill him.
But he just couldn't give up on them. On her.
"Well isn't that the point? They're awakened and all they know, then, is that they have to fight. They have to decide how to do it. I can't imagine teenagers torturing anyone, but they've lost their way. They're caught up in this feeling that death and extreme violence is somehow necessary. It's pointless. It just breeds more hurt, and more of the same."
He sighed, shaking his head. More history lessons.
"There has to be a way to stop it. And I'll find it, somehow, with as much help as I can get. I know I'm not the only one who wants to. I've met those little senshi. That's just... I don't know. A travesty. But everyone, even you, you're all too young for war. Anyone who still has a life to live is too young for war. Hell, I am, too. But I'm not fighting it. I'm fighting to end it."
He sighed, noting that his tea had gone cold.
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Posted: Fri Jun 10, 2011 4:30 pm
"You could live to be a thousand, and still be 'too young' for war." Zink answered diplomatically and finally stood. His height no doubt, did little but enforce the idea of his youth despite the careful precision and weight of his words. "Worry at the very least... in the name of continued conversations sir... that there are some out there who not only deem this war as necessary and inescapable, but that there are those who don't view people like myself as... human, any longer, once you have achieved that disconnect... I think there is very...very little that can not be put to small justifications in the mind."
He gave a small bow. Polite, almost noble, somehow skirting 'mocking' if barely. "I fear, I should take my leave though, little sense courting trouble for both of us by lingering overlong... don't you agree? Good luck to you, and perhaps we shall meet again."
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 11:13 am
Camelot looked at Zink, nodding his head. He agreed, of course. He couldn't help but notice the height difference, but even without it there was something youthful about the much younger Negaverse soldier. It was one of the first things Camelot always noticed about people he interacted with.
And not just because he was approaching the big 4-0, so everyone seemed to look a lot younger to him considering the library was most often filled with students, and now his powered up status was likewise a younger fighter's game.
He nodded his head.
"I know there are extremes on both sides, and there will always be those few who cannot or will not be helped or changed, or will not stop their efforts to fight. But I know there are so many more who aren't on either end of the scale or who can still be reached, and stopped, before they do more awful things."
He smiled at the bow, though something on the back of his neck prickled. His own bow, at least, was sincere. At least he hadn't been asked about being a knight or having a round table, as those usually followed after he was spotted.
"Well, thank you for the tea, and the conversation. I hope you stay safe, and don't become another tragedy in this war." And he didn't mean just death, which is tone implied, but their conversation before. The ones that went too far, and couldn't or didn't want to be saved from their own actions.
He looked around, then made to climb back up to the roof of the library, so he could start his patrol. Though now his mind was swimming.
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