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| − | <span style="color:#800000">'''''Emotional elasticity has its limits and today, Rina came close to hers--Maer'''''</span | + | <span style="color:#800000">'''''Emotional elasticity has its limits and today, Rina came close to hers--Maer'''''</span><br> |
An excerpt from ''Peripatetica'', by M. K. Sebastien, Engr. ret.<br><br> | An excerpt from ''Peripatetica'', by M. K. Sebastien, Engr. ret.<br><br> | ||
| − | + | Wednesday, 09 Dec 2522<br> | |
| − | + | Somewhere in the desert beyond Jibril, Angel<br> | |
| − | + | Late afternoon<br><br> | |
The slanting light angled toward sunset as I sat on the steps of the mystic’s cave and listened to the wailing drifting across the camp. El Kabah was dead, executed by a single shot through the forehead by Arden’s cousins. I’d never met the man face to face, I owed him no allegiance, and yet his death made me angry. Yes, he was a weapons dealer and yes, he very likely hired the goons who carved us up with their swords. Even so, he was a mystic and a holy man to those now mourning their loss and I disliked the manner of his passing. To be sure, I’d shot and killed any number of people over the years, but it had been in combat. I had never executed someone as El Kabah had been, during an implicit ceasefire while business negotiations were underway, and the fact that it had been during ''our'' negotiations made it worse. Whether it was our fault or not, the man died under our noses and we would always bear some responsibility for it, by association if not by intent or action.<br><br> | The slanting light angled toward sunset as I sat on the steps of the mystic’s cave and listened to the wailing drifting across the camp. El Kabah was dead, executed by a single shot through the forehead by Arden’s cousins. I’d never met the man face to face, I owed him no allegiance, and yet his death made me angry. Yes, he was a weapons dealer and yes, he very likely hired the goons who carved us up with their swords. Even so, he was a mystic and a holy man to those now mourning their loss and I disliked the manner of his passing. To be sure, I’d shot and killed any number of people over the years, but it had been in combat. I had never executed someone as El Kabah had been, during an implicit ceasefire while business negotiations were underway, and the fact that it had been during ''our'' negotiations made it worse. Whether it was our fault or not, the man died under our noses and we would always bear some responsibility for it, by association if not by intent or action.<br><br> | ||
