Takei
The battle of good and evil.
It’s an eternal concept of life — with no beginning and no ending — but every living thing must go through it. Each day, decisions are made. Whether to fight or run, whether to hate or love, whether to comfort or bully, whether to live or die. The war is widespread and deeply-rooted, extending its arms through every period of life and beyond.
Takei doesn’t know how furiously she is fighting in that battle. He will not ever understand the sins and sorrows that grip her today and will grip her in the future (when she must eat, as all animals do, but it comes from the flesh and blood of another creature), or the way she will have to combat the more sinister side of her. Takei used to wonder what it might be like to hear inside someone else’s mind — to listen to their thoughts and see their imagination and touch their emotions.
It’s most likely a good idea he has not had that wish granted.
Her apologies barely soothe the coiled snares of grief and confusion that twine beneath his skin. It will take a long time for Takei to accept condolences with grace. His teeth grit, barring the sobs that want to escape from his thoughts. She touches his trembling, sweaty neck. He is startled by the sudden action, but the touch of another soothes him more than his words could have.
He is swimming in the cold abyss of darkness, but her touch grounds him.
She offers him someplace to stay — safety. Takei has seen the predators of Beqanna before (not just the other animals who prey on horses but also predators of the same species) and he is immediately grateful for her protection. He realizes that he has yet to say anything in response to her murmuring words.
“Would you mind harbouring me? I would prefer not to be a sitting piece of meat for predators to fight over when the sun sets.” His voice hitches, climbing in tone with the tightness of anxiety. Yet her embrace and her warm words and her sweet smell — so different from the whiff of bear he had just scented a moment ago — still his terror even so.
It’s an eternal concept of life — with no beginning and no ending — but every living thing must go through it. Each day, decisions are made. Whether to fight or run, whether to hate or love, whether to comfort or bully, whether to live or die. The war is widespread and deeply-rooted, extending its arms through every period of life and beyond.
Takei doesn’t know how furiously she is fighting in that battle. He will not ever understand the sins and sorrows that grip her today and will grip her in the future (when she must eat, as all animals do, but it comes from the flesh and blood of another creature), or the way she will have to combat the more sinister side of her. Takei used to wonder what it might be like to hear inside someone else’s mind — to listen to their thoughts and see their imagination and touch their emotions.
It’s most likely a good idea he has not had that wish granted.
Her apologies barely soothe the coiled snares of grief and confusion that twine beneath his skin. It will take a long time for Takei to accept condolences with grace. His teeth grit, barring the sobs that want to escape from his thoughts. She touches his trembling, sweaty neck. He is startled by the sudden action, but the touch of another soothes him more than his words could have.
He is swimming in the cold abyss of darkness, but her touch grounds him.
She offers him someplace to stay — safety. Takei has seen the predators of Beqanna before (not just the other animals who prey on horses but also predators of the same species) and he is immediately grateful for her protection. He realizes that he has yet to say anything in response to her murmuring words.
“Would you mind harbouring me? I would prefer not to be a sitting piece of meat for predators to fight over when the sun sets.” His voice hitches, climbing in tone with the tightness of anxiety. Yet her embrace and her warm words and her sweet smell — so different from the whiff of bear he had just scented a moment ago — still his terror even so.
watch the mind run far away, way ahead of us
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