#201 Talk about something you lost.
Oct. 30th, 2007 11:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
saphiras_riderThere are a lot of ways I could answer that.
My innocence.
It happened when Garrow died. Then I knew nothing would be the same. That I would never be the same. Garrow had been my father and mother. He taught me how to be a good man. And he sheltered me from the world. When he died, I had to leave. I had to learn how to fight. I had to learn how to kill.
Which I enjoy. I enjoy the blood. Watching the death over take a person as what ever they were leaves their body and they become nothing but a slab of meat. Meat that Sloan could cut up in his shop and no one would know the difference. It's power.
In his world, everything was safe. I knew what to expect. I knew what was expected of me.
To live and die as a nothing. A nobody. Forgotten. Now the world trembles before me. Now I can change the world to my liking. To save it.
Now I don't know what will happen and what is expected of me. I'm surrounded by blood and violence.
Of my own making. Of my own desire.
I can never go back to being a farm boy. I can never go back to being who I was.
And why would I want to?
My innocence.
It happened when Garrow died. Then I knew nothing would be the same. That I would never be the same. Garrow had been my father and mother. He taught me how to be a good man. And he sheltered me from the world. When he died, I had to leave. I had to learn how to fight. I had to learn how to kill.
Which I enjoy. I enjoy the blood. Watching the death over take a person as what ever they were leaves their body and they become nothing but a slab of meat. Meat that Sloan could cut up in his shop and no one would know the difference. It's power.
In his world, everything was safe. I knew what to expect. I knew what was expected of me.
To live and die as a nothing. A nobody. Forgotten. Now the world trembles before me. Now I can change the world to my liking. To save it.
Now I don't know what will happen and what is expected of me. I'm surrounded by blood and violence.
Of my own making. Of my own desire.
I can never go back to being a farm boy. I can never go back to being who I was.
And why would I want to?
