radiantwingedone: (Must have been quite a miracle)
Duke Pantarei ([personal profile] radiantwingedone) wrote in [community profile] paradisa2012-10-14 08:49 pm
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19 - Bandido - backdated to evening 10th - Dictated / Action in clinic

[ It sounds like the journal dropped open as someone moved a bed, followed by someone settling next to it, and the crooning of a pokemon.

After a moment, Duke speaks up.
]

.... Fairly sure late... [ He's got that hoarse voice of someone who not only was asleep for a while, but had recently gotten rid of anything that had been in their stomach for the last week. ]

However... have any else spent time that marked a year here.... in the clinic? [ Totally not mentioning the nightmares. He's going to pretend those nightmares never existed. ]

.... cannot have been only one...

[ Action for Clinic ]

[ And Duke is going to stay wedged in a corner made from one of the beds and the wall, if anyone wants to bother him in the clinic. He's not planning on leaving for a little while.

This is how he plans on dealing with his nightmare.
]

[personal profile] heal_theworld 2012-10-21 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
The same thing happened to me. I helped stop a war and was trying to heal a tree that the entire existence of everything living on my planet depends on, and a human stabbed me. Because they didn't think a half-elf should have that much power. But I can't hate humans just because of that one human.

If you avoid them, it will only get worse. They won't know what to expect, they won't understand anything about you, and that makes them afraid. And he wanted to protect them because he was a good person. And even though he's dead, he would want you to do the same.

[personal profile] heal_theworld 2012-10-24 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Martel catches him before he can get underneath the bed.] Then tell me. What did you do that they don't remember?

[personal profile] heal_theworld 2012-10-24 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
[She gives him a sad smile back.] I helped stop a war. Nobody remembers that. Nobody remembers I'm an actual person anymore. My brother made sure that they would all worship me as a Goddess, and never remember I was an actual woman with flaws and hopes and dreams.

People's memories are short. Especially when someone erases history.