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[keyandstar]

I never really knew my parents. I didn't even know who my father was until recently.

My mother died when I was very little. I've often wondered what my life might have been like if she hadn't.

I've been thinking about the people I fought during the latest draft. The people I killed. I've been wondering if they have children too. If because of me those children will also grow up lonely.

I really wish Dog was here. She's my best friend from back home. She'd know what to say. She always does. It doesn't always make sense, but that doesn't really matter most of the time.

I don't know why I'm writing this. I suppose I just had to get it out, and I'm not very good at talking. Except for with Dog. I could talk to her for hours.

I miss her so much.

That's all, really. Sorry if you just read this and feel like I wasted your time. I didn't mean to.

Comments

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[originaljackass]

[There are a lot of things here to ponder. The fact that she lost her mother. All the death of the draft. Children of angry cultists. Deep issues of friends being lost. But really, there's one thing that stands out more than anything else here:]

Your friend was named Dog? And I thought Fabletown names were bad.

[Written]

[complicatedliar]

Even monsters were children once.

There is no room in battle for such distinctions.

[windandrain]

Putting them out of your mind would be best, Lirael dear. Remember that this world is different than either of hours. Death is...not so lasting.

[ written ]

[universal_charm]

You can't think about it. If you do, you just promise yourself a lot of heartache, and even then it might not make sense. Plus, they weren't to sorry and sad about trying to kill you.

[Written]

[rather_be_surfing]

It's never pretty when it's you or the other person that has to die. And it's not a good idea to dwell on it, either, once it's done. All you'll do is wind up breaking yourself.

Maybe put up some prayers or a memorial for the ones you had to kill. There's nothing wrong with respecting the memory of your enemies. Like you said, they had loved ones too.

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[descrier]

We weren't exactly given a choice to be sent into battle against our own free-will. I prefer diplomacy over an outbreak of war myself, but the diplomatic relations between enclosures and factions here seems to matter less that they give us no choice but to fight for our survival.