[The words are only just audible, and he’s been learning over the last year-plus just how true they are. He wasn’t worth counting until he proved he could fight, until he was a suitable weapon—and now he’s a broken one.
And the war is over, so it’s possible that’s okay. Maybe he can learn to find some solace in that—being here is part of it. Making it all count for something to help somebody who needs it. Maybe even forego the deal he was asked for, it seems selfish anyway.
How can a weapon find a new life? A new function? A gun is a gun, a sword is a sword, and a soldier is a soldier.
So while the words are soft, they come not unlike Sameen’s. They’re simple, matter of fact, lacking in feeling. They’re simply true, and there isn’t a lot of emotion tied up in simple truths like water being wet or stars twinkling.
Dad wouldn’t care he’s alive, because he doesn’t matter…and John is tired of hurting people. Even those who deserve it.
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[The words are only just audible, and he’s been learning over the last year-plus just how true they are. He wasn’t worth counting until he proved he could fight, until he was a suitable weapon—and now he’s a broken one.
And the war is over, so it’s possible that’s okay. Maybe he can learn to find some solace in that—being here is part of it. Making it all count for something to help somebody who needs it. Maybe even forego the deal he was asked for, it seems selfish anyway.
How can a weapon find a new life? A new function? A gun is a gun, a sword is a sword, and a soldier is a soldier.
So while the words are soft, they come not unlike Sameen’s. They’re simple, matter of fact, lacking in feeling. They’re simply true, and there isn’t a lot of emotion tied up in simple truths like water being wet or stars twinkling.
Dad wouldn’t care he’s alive, because he doesn’t matter…and John is tired of hurting people. Even those who deserve it.
So…he doesn’t want to go home.]