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paradisa2012-08-30 09:38 am
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three paintings burned
[If you ever went back in time and told Garry that one day, he would be partly responsible for someone's death, he would probably feel disgusted that you could say such a thing about him.]
[But after the events that happened in the gallery, that's now a brutal truth. He was responsible for a death. Not a death of an actual person, but still, a death nevertheless.]
[He had tried to forget about it, trying to convince himself that what he had did was necessary- after all, hadn't Mary wanted to kill him and Ib, or, at the very least, hurt them to the point where they could never escape? It was self-defense, that's all. But the image of her burning up like a piece of paper can never quite leave his mind. And then that book they found in her room...."How to Make Friends"...she was just a kid, a painting child who didn't know how the human world went around things.]
[She was just lonely....but then the image of that palette knife in her hand, aimed at his chest and quite ready to taste blood, returns to his mind.]
[He feels utterly conflicted about the whole thing. Which is why he finally clears his throat and asks a question that has been sitting in his head for quite a while:]
...
If you had to destroy someone because they tried to kill you and the people you care about, would...would that make you a bad person?
[But after the events that happened in the gallery, that's now a brutal truth. He was responsible for a death. Not a death of an actual person, but still, a death nevertheless.]
[He had tried to forget about it, trying to convince himself that what he had did was necessary- after all, hadn't Mary wanted to kill him and Ib, or, at the very least, hurt them to the point where they could never escape? It was self-defense, that's all. But the image of her burning up like a piece of paper can never quite leave his mind. And then that book they found in her room...."How to Make Friends"...she was just a kid, a painting child who didn't know how the human world went around things.]
[She was just lonely....but then the image of that palette knife in her hand, aimed at his chest and quite ready to taste blood, returns to his mind.]
[He feels utterly conflicted about the whole thing. Which is why he finally clears his throat and asks a question that has been sitting in his head for quite a while:]
...
If you had to destroy someone because they tried to kill you and the people you care about, would...would that make you a bad person?
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[But that's not always the case. Not one hundred percent of the time.]
... if you've tried everything, if you really made an effort to protect your friends without killing your opposition, and you're sure that's the only thing that will work-- then, no, you're not.
[A brief pause, and then:]
As long as you don't forget them.
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I mean, I understand that. I never wanted to destroy that person in the first place, just keep away...but then I just reacted without thinking. Because...I was afraid that I'd be dead.
I don't know what I could've done besides that. If I had waited, I might have put my friend at risk. So...it was a spur of the moment thing, it really was.
[And he sighs.] Trust me, I don't forget people easily. Not at all...
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A life should not be taken without consideration.
[A pause.]
.. just make sure that next time-- if there is a next time [which there probably will be]-- you're prepared to make the decision.
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It...it just was a bizarre situation which I would never be in normally, and...I'm not completely sure I made the right decision. I reacted too hastily...
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It doesn't sound like you think you made the right decision.
[A soft sigh. He knows this is rough.] But... you can't make the right decision every time. Making a mistake... doesn't make you a bad person, as long as you learn from it.
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[And he falls silent for a moment, remembering that "How to Make Friends" book laying so innocently by his feet.]
I understand that, I guess...but so many people are telling me it was the right thing to do, and now I don't know what I should be learning from this at all.
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... you're going to have to think about it on your own. I don't think the value of life, and what it means to take it [even regarding the circumstances] can be taught.
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[He nods, even though no one can see.] No, it definitely can't...but maybe you can learn from others about how they would've acted. And then change yourself, maybe...
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What others do isn't always right. [...] Some people may tell you what they would do, but it's impossible to know what any one person would do until they're in that situation.
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That is correct, I guess. I mean, it's not like I planned for it ahead of time. I just did it. There's a different sort of reaction that goes into these things...
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Mm, that's right. Everything changes when you're actually in the situation.
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Have you had any situations like that? Where you believed you'd act one way but you acted completely different?
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... Yeah, I have, actually.
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What was that like?
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... a bit scary. But, I did what I had to do to protect myself, and my friends.