Matar Ronin wrote:
These are indeed interesting times when the person on the civilized moral crusade is the pariah for standing up for universal human rights and freedom from inhumane slavery.
You might think you owe nothing to my moral crusade but that is only because the horror you do choose to discriminate away from your pleasant reality does not affect you directly, yet. Sadly if it ever does it will be far too late for you to do anything about it.
Fortunately for selfish people like you, people like me, continue to hammer at the walls of the evil slavery cult in the hope of shrinking it's domain instead of supporting it so it can one day overwhelm the entire cluster as they openly desire. So pilot Jenneth continue to frolic on in your self indulgent callous hallucination knowing that even your freedom is worth protecting to foolish crusaders like me.
Mr. Ronin, I could owe your moral crusade a lot without it outweighing my private debt.
You seem like a person who can probably understand the weight of the words, "blood oath." That's what I took, entering the Praefecta's service. It's not something I did on a casual whim, either. Twice, she took me in: once as a lost child; once as a wounded Falcon, dripping blood and soot. She took me in, helped me find my way-- helped me heal. She didn't have to do that, either time.
Even if I understand your feelings, even if I sympathize, this private debt is more important to me. If that makes me a selfish person, I'll accept that. If it means being "the enemy" of people I have no reason to despise, I'll accept that, too. If it means dying, or killing, for a cause I owe only vicarious loyalty to, it's only what I've promised to do.
To be aide, agent, and servant to someone I owe a debt I can't ever repay-- that's my self-indulgent callous hallucination.
Maybe that's all it is, a figment wrapped in pride. But it's my part to play in this world, and I'll play it with all my heart.
Let my soul be burned away to dust and ash, if it is for her sake. That is what I owe.