[They aren't wrong—humans who kill are still humans. And Oda was the only one who could release Gide and his wandering subordinates from their suffering, which is why they'd pushed him to the point of no return. Perhaps if they weren't suffering so, perhaps if they had a place in life or some other reason or purpose... Well, even Gide had admit he might've been able to reshape his life and become someone who wasn't a soldier, much like Oda had stopped killing and aspired to become a writer.
But that's all over now, isn't it?
Oda swallows the lump that had formed in his throat and shakes his head slightly.]
...That's not the story I'd wanted to write.
[Had the ending that was torn from the novel been like Oda's own experience? Is that why the author had removed it in the first place, is that why he'd said the third book was the worst of the worst?
To write a story is to write about a person, and how that person should live and die.
Oda didn't want to write about himself or others like himself. But are these the qualifications that Natsume had spoken about? No, they can't be; otherwise, there'd be no point in rewriting the ending to his book.
Besides, he knows that life and death cannot exist without without each other...
"Man fears death and yet, at the same time, man is drawn to death. Death is endlessly consumed by man in cities and in literature. It is a singular event in one's life that none may reverse. That is what I desire." Dazai said and believed these things, but he might not have done so had he any knowledge of this place.
In any case, Oda takes a deep breath and sets his complex array of feelings aside. Well, most of them anyway. There's bitterness to his tone as he speaks again.]
But you're right, and all of that has drawn to a close. [He'd died in that world doing all that was left for him to do, and now he's in a new world without any real goals to pursue.] It's why, as painful as things are, I should find something else...
[As Oda had said earlier, a way of life and a reason to pursue it.]
Anyway, that ends my story. What about you? Or your friend Andersen?
Then write a different story. Of course, some stories are already set in stone. There is no way to change them since they already happened. But if you are still able to change it, why not change it. [Enkidu shakes their head.] Humans possess the will to grow. Why not appeal to that? It seems a new story is about to begin.
[Enkidu’s story ended thousands of years ago. All they are now is a part of humanity’s history. Yet, their existence here might very well lead to a new chapter. Perhaps even a new sort of life. An existence not bound by a Grail or a Master who summons them. Something unknown they have to make their own eventually.
Somehow.
And it will mean that they have to break an important promise as well.]
Indeed. We both need to find something else.
[When Oda asks them that they hum softly.]
I am not familiar with Andersen’s story, yet I know his stories have contributed to the growth of humanity. But for my own story… [It is an interesting question. Their own story has stopped a long time ago, yet humans had chosen to write it down, to give them a spot in their history.] …what part of it do you want to know about?
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Date: 2019-12-10 11:28 pm (UTC)But that's all over now, isn't it?
Oda swallows the lump that had formed in his throat and shakes his head slightly.]
...That's not the story I'd wanted to write.
[Had the ending that was torn from the novel been like Oda's own experience? Is that why the author had removed it in the first place, is that why he'd said the third book was the worst of the worst?
To write a story is to write about a person, and how that person should live and die.
Oda didn't want to write about himself or others like himself. But are these the qualifications that Natsume had spoken about? No, they can't be; otherwise, there'd be no point in rewriting the ending to his book.
Besides, he knows that life and death cannot exist without without each other...
"Man fears death and yet, at the same time, man is drawn to death. Death is endlessly consumed by man in cities and in literature. It is a singular event in one's life that none may reverse. That is what I desire." Dazai said and believed these things, but he might not have done so had he any knowledge of this place.
In any case, Oda takes a deep breath and sets his complex array of feelings aside. Well, most of them anyway. There's bitterness to his tone as he speaks again.]
But you're right, and all of that has drawn to a close. [He'd died in that world doing all that was left for him to do, and now he's in a new world without any real goals to pursue.] It's why, as painful as things are, I should find something else...
[As Oda had said earlier, a way of life and a reason to pursue it.]
Anyway, that ends my story. What about you? Or your friend Andersen?
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Date: 2019-12-14 02:48 pm (UTC)change them since they already happened. But if you are still able to change it, why not change it. [Enkidu shakes their head.] Humans possess the will to grow. Why not appeal to that? It seems a new story is about to begin.
[Enkidu’s story ended thousands of years ago. All they are now is a part of humanity’s history. Yet, their existence here might very well lead to a new chapter. Perhaps even a new sort of life. An existence not bound by a Grail or a Master who summons them. Something unknown they have to make their own eventually.
Somehow.
And it will mean that they have to break an important promise as well.]
Indeed. We both need to find something else.
[When Oda asks them that they hum softly.]
I am not familiar with Andersen’s story, yet I know his stories have contributed to the growth of humanity. But for my own story… [It is an interesting question. Their own story has stopped a long time ago, yet humans had chosen to write it down, to give them a spot in their history.] …what part of it do you want to know about?