hadriel_logs | Event Log: Speak Your Truth

Who: Everyone in the city
What: The event log for the Speak Your Truth
Where: All over the city
When: April 3rd-April 9th
Warnings: None

There's a secret burning in your chest. It's hot behind your ribcage, and you need to let it out or else it might consume you- but who would you tell? Who could even begin to understand what you need to say? Your closest friend? Your significant other? Maybe even someone you don't get along with very well? It's hard to know who to trust and who will even understand, but in a strange way, neither of those things seem to matter- all you can think of is what will cause someone the most pain.

Maybe you're trying to get it out in the open so you can put it behind you. Maybe you just need to come clean because the guilt is eating you alive. Maybe you just really want to hurt someone- regardless of the reason, you're aching to tell someone else your darkest secrets.

Will they understand? There's only one way to find out, and it won't be pleasant for either party involved. Good luck, Hadriel!

► This log covers April 3rd-April 9th.
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It's worrying to consider what might have been, isn't it? I think of it often, myself.

[What if he really had killed Cecil or Rosa? It could have gone a lot worse and he can't help but think often of exactly what that might have entailed.]

But maybe... Just maybe it's for the best not to think of that. The past cannot be altered, after all. You were spared, and that's for the better. It sounds like you were on quite the edge before that...

It can't be helped. What might have been is such a tempting thing, I don't know anyone who can stop themselves from wondering, good or bad.

[well, maybe there's one person he knows, but that's neither here nor there. Kain makes a lot of sense, and then there's that nagging need to just spill his guts all over again.]

You could say that. The government murdered my parents - shot them dead in their own exam room as they tried to protect their patients - and burned my sister alive. [wow that really hurt to say. Law grabs his glass and tosses most of it back all in one gulp, which burns] Massacred children and nuns in the street after promising them a safe escort out of the country. If I hadn't escaped alive, no one would ever know the atrocities committed there.

Don't get me wrong, I still harbor a burning hatred for the government and the Marines who uphold their laws. But now I go about vengeance my own way, rather than simply trying to kill people as he would have had me do.

How terrible...

[Kain looks downward for a moment, then takes a long, slow sip of his drink, as he thinks that over. Such loss is an immensely painful experience, anyway, and far worse when it involves such brutal murder.]

I'm sorry you had to experience such a thing. It's something that no one should ever have to face. I hope you at least found some way to avenge them... if such a thing was at all possible.

[if Sorrow can't get anything from the listener, at least just telling the story is enough to make Law morose. There you go.]

It's one of the reasons I'm a pirate. Like hell if I'm going to live by the rules set out by the same people who massacred innocents.

[after all that he really needs to top off his glass]

Don't feel sorry for me, though. If anything feel sorry for those people. They died. I managed to go on living. And I'll keep living, if it means someday I can reveal the truth of what happened.

[It's probably good enough. Kain has been feeling deep sorrow since he started, but it doesn't take much to set him into a brooding frame of mind. Law's story is simply carrying those feelings along even more.]

I don't blame you for that. At least you did what you could, for their sakes. But you're right... living is all we can do. Even if that itself seems like a burden sometimes.

[Kain hasn't been so sure how he feels about carrying on living, since he'd first arrived here, awakening after the whole gods' war. But maybe Law has a point, who knows? These are all such heavy ideas to consider.]

I hope that you can succeed in your goal, one day.

Flevance is dead and gone. [he says bluntly before draining his glass] There's nothing I can do for it any longer. My goals now have nothing to do with it.

[well, not entirely nothing, but a general anti-government stance as a pirate can come out of almost anything, not just the genocide of your people]

You still have plenty of life ahead of you as well. Don't get caught up in your past. Move forward.

So you've found new goals, I take it?

[This place certainly changes people and their goals, for that matter. Being taken from home will do that, leaving behind all of those familiar things.]

And... well... you're right. That's true. We can only face forward. There's no changing anything that's happened, after all... as much as I'm sure we both wish we could.

You could say that.

[but talking about his journey would just make everyone happy and hopeful so unlike his past, that information just gets quietly buried and left behind]

I guess. But it's not like my life has been nothing but tragedy since. If not for what happened, I wouldn't be the man I am today. These things have a way of shaping a person. Giving them something to fight for.

I suppose that they do. Even so, sometimes you have to wonder if things would be better if they hadn't happened as they did... but it's far too easy to get caught in those possibilities...

[And far too hard to get out of thinking about them, whenever they come up.]

Yeah. Better off not to entertain that line of thinking. [as he looks into his glass. Easier said than done]

Anyway. Sucks to be both of us, I guess. Did that satisfy your curiosity?

Indeed so.

[He sighs, not so sure if this even helped his mood any, but oh well. Maybe it all needed to be discussed, even if he's not too sure why he'd felt so compelled to do so. He takes another long drink, close to finishing it.]

And it did... thank you. Even if it wasn't exactly pleasant to bring any of it up...

Event Log: Speak Your Truth

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