Suggested changes: {before : after}
On Sat, 22 Jun 2002 08:35:00 -0400 Django Wexler <dwexler@andrew.cmu.edu>
wrote:
One thing, of course, was that Jahara was not at my side. I missed
him more than I could possibly let on. Not just his physical presence,
though there was certainly that -- with him around, I knew that nothing
bad could possibly happen to me. But more than that, I missed his
unconcern. No matter how horrible the setting, no matter what the
atrocity, nothing could ever crack the Unforgiven's calm demeanor. It
rubbed off on me. While we were together, I found myself assuming his
aspect more often than not, looking down on the {local :} worlds we visited.
I started to acquire some of his perspective. Jahara had seen the worst
that humans could do to one another, seen it over and over and over.
The apocalypse of a world was a terrible thing, but terrible things
happen constantly without a hope of stopping them. To the Unforgiven,
even a world-crushing catastrophe is nothing. People rebuild, or if not
there are always other worlds. In the long run, such things are
inevitable. Take the *really* long view, and even the lifespan of
worlds drops to zero.
Welcome home Hotaru.