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The Glory, Glory. (3)
(Anonymous) 2011-11-12 05:25 am (UTC)(link)Something bumped against the back of Graham’s legs and behind them their stood an unremarkable black chair, with spindly thin legs, a wide seat, and several long dowels meeting a curved arch across the top. Joshua sat in the chair, unsure why he was obeying or even listening to Caesar, but something about the situation making his will so that it would not defy even the cruelest of phantoms at this venture.
“I thought you had been dead for some time,” Graham marveled. “The courier killed you herself. She told me, when she came and helped me with the Sorrows. She moved around me, with that scar carved deep into her forehead, that sign that she too knew death only to jump away from the reapers grip. God help me, it pleased me to know you’d died at the hands of a woman.”
“I’m sorry,” was Edwards only response.
“I’m sorry too,” Joshua Graham said, wondering what else there could be between the two of them now, but this expression of sorrow at who they were.
“You were a better man than me,” Caesar now confessed. “I saw it when you and I first met. You were righteous, moral, in control of your emotions, and you turned the heads of the cute tribal women. I hated you. I wanted to debase you, to drag you behind me as my tool, and point you at the things I wanted destroyed. I knew in the process of creating my new world, I’d ruin everything about you that was worth knowing, and then I threw you away like rubbish. I was a monster. I’m sorry.”
“You killed my entire family,” Joshua Graham said, feeling oddly blank about it. “You ruined innocent lives…and I helped you. Father forgive me, I helped you…Even after the Dam. Even after the canyon and all that fire. I lead you right to them, and you slaughtered them like lambs on the sacrificial alter.”
“I killed so many people,” Edward confessed.
Then as Caesar, “We killed so many people. Did you think any tribe was immune after so many others fell before me? Why would I spare your family when I never showed mercy to anyone?”
“You were like a strong father,” Graham said, “Like the one I wished I had, even though you were younger than me. When you spoke it was impossible not to listen. When you called us to arms, your words, your manners, that pride you took in us…We all looked up to you. Your approval was sweeter than any honey, and I loved you in ways that I never loved another man. I have prayed to God that he purge this from me a thousand times, but some nights I would remember the bonfire after our first victory…The speech you gave, the way you laid the crown of desert flowers on my head and told me I had done you proud. You were so beautiful. You were what I was not.”