#got catholic leon from bend a little break a little

[dyedcomrade]

Jack Krauser scene > in Re4:Re, with the columns and they stad on different levels and with a chasm between them they cant really cross, where the line "in that jungle I had a revelation..." is heard

- We..I tought as a special unit we were to be held a little more importance, our life not being a rag you clean something up with and then trash.

Brows raised, eyes averting, a flat tone - did it come as a novelty or surprise? - oh he was so annoying, that feigned stoicism lacing the words as he was trying to mask the care that could be heard, if someone really payed attention or looked past that easily broken exterior Leon put up.

- It's not only me who still can't learn their lesson, eh? - Krauser's voice cut through the cold air. After all the years hardening him, and bringing so many to their demise, draining everything out of entire armies, leaving only blue, cold, lifeless bodies, his blood, his rage burned hot. He seemed to be the only force working against that annihilating one, that no man could beat. Still he was only a mortal on borrowed time, victim to the blind powers toying with him as well. And as some kind of punishment or cruel joke the harder he tried to keep the people he cared about out of death's reach, the more his hands intertwined with the strings of his life.

The tides of pain were rippling at their waists now, flowing through every cell of their body and who was to know what it will make them do just to finally drown in them and leave behind this eternal sulking, that catches you in their waves the moment you are born and flips your boat as an introduction to the real world. Or even your basket your parents put you in on this river if youre really unlucky. Oh how he longed to just cross it. Before he tought maybe, if he is in there long enough he can find a nice place to settle at the bottom and with the protection of those other pebbles the current wont be so unbearable. Or maybe the water will shape him and flowing through all that was fated for him will be easier. Did Leon tought he was bringing him a log to hold onto, was a rock he can take shelter in or maybe was in such a delusional state that he wanted to bend the riverbed, trying to be the ground itself it has carved its way into? Doesn't he understand? The water has proven its power over all of these. Anything flowing in the current is still under the will of it, can crush in moments on a rock. No matter the size of the rock, it will be broken from the inside and washed away. All those edges will turn to dust.

He can't save the girl, but he can't save anyone either. No matter by whose hands, their ending is already written, the same and will be always brought out.

Is it so bad he just wants it quicker? Maybe timing is still important but what does it matter if someone dies now or two days later, which days are spent with lamenting, pain and feeling embarassment and sorry for their state.

A leaking tap, drop by drop, can fill up a glass of water overnight. No drop is more important than the other. Here everyone has got their filling, no matter how full the glass, measured here. But he was not so sure what he was drinking anymore. Why can't he just down this poisoned cup already? What misery has got this life to give him that he still has not and needs to oh so badly to go through?! Nothing can change the ending. Some things are decided the moment the breath of life blews through your nostrlis. So why is Leon tormenting him with all this. Playing around as if he didn't kill some innocent man right before his eyes, betrayed and attacked him? Is this Hell already? He can't go back to Leon and he can't touch him anymore. Soon he won't ever see him again and pain will be the only thing left in his life. Maybe he did die in the crash or on the mission. Bled out on the way home. He gave his strength, his blood for his country, to save at least someone on his squad on the mission. He should have known. But telling the difference between drops of water and poison seemed hard until now.

He really hopes Leon kept those tags. Maybe even the ring he always kept on the chains besides them. He pushed through so much, toughed every pain out and was unyielding in all his battles. Yet was a coward in the matter that meant him the most. All those missions fighting unimaginable abominations, who has long morphed out of their humanity to something unrecognisable to their former selves. And how many poor soulds he had to put to their rest from this limbo between life and death. He wasn't entirely sure if he was taking innocents lives as there were cases when the infected people could be saved as he read in reports. All this for a country that led him on and betrayed him in the end. Maybe he is paying for these lives. Looking back, if he ended up in hell anyways, he really regrets not asking Leon. But he has seen how infections spread turning peoples lives hell on earth, he didnt want to stain Leon and drag him down to this as well. Well, exactly once he did. But at least, at the definite end of his military career and almost at the cost of his life he could make up for it. Maybe if he died there and then that should have redeemed him. Or maybe not as all the sufferimg and destruction he caused couldnt be repaid with him giving up his life. That couldn't hold much value anyway. Or maybe he was a failure till the end and couldn't even save the person he loved the most. That's why they are here and this just adds to the never-ending list of his sins.

If that is the case..he is glad Leon is free of all this and can finally enjoy a life filled with something he deserved from the start.

With that closure in mind he throwed away his beret - soaked red with all the blood he shed, it really fit him. Huh, your life is really written out for you, eh? Why his unit was assigned the red, he never understood. The only thing he envied the navy guys for. Taking off his vest that fresh breath of air will be the last he ever feels. Now no more weight could be lift from his chest, the eternal pain of looking back on all this and having nothing but to think about it and the punishment won't be too easy, but maybe he has had worse. Now there is no possible way he can be with Leon and there is nothing in his reach to deny himself anymore. He can't see any of his men here, that too,seems like, was only a one time pain.

The tags he wishes could be thrown over to Leon but maybe he doesnt need a reminder of him. That would be painful and in this realm, he deserves none if it.

Wiping off the war-paint he gives one last smile to Leon, one that is pure and for once showing all the emotion he feels. It doesnt matter who sees it now. The ones who are here have probably seen worse things and all of this grow between the two of them. For better it didnt blossom, and what flower can, really, when watered with tears, blood, and the poison from his cup lacing Leons fresh waters? With that he turns around, standing in place for a bit, taking it in - what can a man feel, really whem faced with the fact that he is dead? And step by step, he starts walking down to what he thinks is the way to his place here.

A hand roughly grabbing his shoulder, tearing his shirt. Has it already started?

- Man..stop this already. Are you all right? You know it's not too late. Come back to us. They think you are spending your retirement somewhere drinking and partying, no suspected affiliation to this shithole, I will just not mention all this on the report. - panting, sucking in this dust filled air a voice asks.

What? Turning around he sees that face he loves oh so much, sweaty, so dirty after a day of this madness, looking up to him with concern, irritation, and those puppy-eyes which can always make him feel loved and this time believe he deserves a new chance at life.

- Deal?

[marcopanzone20]

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[summervanlife]

26 August

At 0800hr, the church bells assured us that it was time to get up. Cian remained asleep as long a possible. It was only the foresight of Jo, who went to buy fresh pastries, that persuaded Cian it was worth getting up. We ate on the balcony patio and kept watch of the numerous cats which enjoyed a rooftop existence, begging food through any open windows they could find. We packed plenty of water, sun cream and our shoes. The cars travelled in convoy around the lake to Mousteirs. It was around 45mins in the car, but the changing scenery was amazing. We crossed high bridges spanning over the bright milky blue canyon waters below. Then the next hairpin bend would bring towering cliffs with vast shadows cutting across them. Occasionally we became aware of the strep drops one side or the other. The village of Moustiers, like most in the area, is built on the valley slopes. We arrived at the bottom, along the modern new road. A decision was made to try and park higher up the hill in the centre of the village. This proved to be a foolish plan. The streets were lined with parked cars from the bottom road all the way up the narrow winding, cobbled streets. It was busy, pedestrians leisurely ambled across and along the road in our path. We patiently crept though the village (crossing over a bridge with an astounding drop below) and then descended the other side, back to the bottom. We parked at a distance and walked in. The steep street slowed our pace. This gave plenty of time to enjoy the gorge scenery and the vast rock cliffs above. Our priority soon became lunch. Ravi found us a small but well stocked grocery store where we bought cheese and salad, baguettes were secured from the adjacent bakery. Fully loaded we found the village square. At one end, an empty performance stage beckoned us - it had a shaded canopy, and was a very calm area in a very busy place. We boarded the stage and arranged our circle, laying a platter of chopped food in the centre. Clare filled our baguettes with requested cheese and tomato. Along the wall running water fell from a high tap, it flowed into a stone basin. The water was cold and clean - perfect accompaniment for our picnic. After lunch we started our ascent up the side of the gorge. The millennia of water flowing down the gorge had sliced a chasm through the cliffs. The dual pinnacles towered above us. A cable stretch across the gap joining the two peaks. From the centre of the cable a single gold star hung. It was impossibly high. The star was suspended above a simple, but large ancient Catholic church. Even the church was so high above us that we knew our climb up to it was going to be a solid workout. Just as at Rocamadour, the stations of the cross were recognised by plinths and illustrated tiles on the route up. The limestone steps had been worn smooth over the years, they made negotiating the climb interesting. Our whole gang made it to the church, along the way we were afforded brilliant views across the village and the plains beyond. The church itself was simple in decoration by comparison to many others we had seen. However the rustic beauty and the jaw dropping scale of the ceilings were impressive. A small track leading around the cliff and above the church concluded at a large overhanging area. It stank of goats and the floor was covered in dung pellets. There was no sign of any life up there, we retraced our steps and, after relaxation on the steps and some story time with Rav, we went to find our next waypoint. A finger post indicated 'Grotte de Madeliene'. We supposed a cave. The dirt track footpath contoured around the cliff. In places the drop-off was sheer and everyone was instructed to walk single file with a hand on the rock or rail - it was a lovely section of exposure. The cave itself had a life size model of a wolf. Steel bars prevented us from entering, but the wolf looked nice. The track continued to 'cascades' and a viewing bridge over the river. On our climb down to it, the bleat of goats stopped us, and our attention turned to scanning the upper slopes for a glimpse. It was Cian and Sully that spotted them first. To begin with we could only see one, it was a good looking goat with thick twisted horns spanning around 1.5m. Then, as our eyes became more accustomed we spotted other movements between rocks and bush. The herd that had made the stink and the mess up at the cave were up above us, watching us, watch them. We tried to take some photos of the beasts but they were a little too far for our lenses. We continued to the Cascades. In wetter times they would be incredible, today however the river was dry. Not even a trickle. We entertained ourselves by bouldering on some close-by rocks. Clare and Jay spotted the enthusiastic youngsters. A few new routes were developed and Nia, Cian, Sully and Leon all took turns complete the routes. The rock was less worn than the steps and afforded a better grip. Returning into the village we treated ourselves to either ice cream or cold water from the square. Jay's poor grasp on the French language resulted in 2 different balls of ice cream in one cone. Jo helped to sort out another cone and the separation of ice creams for Nia and Cian. We ambled back through the streets and down to the cars. This had been a cool place, the combination of old buildings, weathered timbers and bridges contained in the harsh, steep and rugged towers of limestone was jaw dropping. The drive back through to the villa took us around the rest of lake and all of the beauty that came with it. We had the windows down and obnoxiously loud music playing as we wound through the hairpins. Back in Bauduen the Avasti boys and Nia and Cian were keen to cool off in the lake. Ravi and Jo had planned the night's meal, therefore Clare and Jay skived off any culinary duties and instead severed as lifeguard crew. The six of us splashed and played. A few rounds of rock walking were undertaken (big boulder underwater lake walk - Ace game!) Then the rain came. Not drizzle. Proper heavy duty drops hitting the lake and splashing high. The noise from underwater was beautiful. The beach cleared quickly as the sunbathers and stone skimmers vanished in a rushed panic from the rain and the beach. We had the whole lake to ourselves. It was idyllic! The rain subsided and we made a break for it, walking through the soggy, steaming village in our swimmers with towels wrapped around us. Dinner was ready when we got back but was held to cater for showers. Jo and Rav had prepared a fabulous spread; flavoured rice and lentils, eggplant omelette, various salads, plenty of cheese and a few dashes of wine! The chat flowed freely and everyone got their fill. Soon enough it was 2230hr. Nia and Cian went to bed after some Eragon and Jay and Clare returned to the top floor for more silliness and wine before bed called.