S10 Finale - Sergeant Grimes
Jun 29, 2022 17:02:09 GMT
Tamsin (Kalta/Cam), Jamie J, and 8 more like this
Post by Grimes on Jun 29, 2022 17:02:09 GMT
"Nothing except a battle lost can be half so melancholy as a battle won."
After spending a good few hours at the Fort in the aftermath of the battle assisting the skilled healers with the injured (and spreading his own healing power as far and wide as possible to ease the suffering which is far too abundant), Grimes finally allows himself to slump in a quiet corner and contemplate the casualty list.
So many lives lost - some familiar (too familiar) names, some vague acquaintances and many names without faces. He remembers shared experiences with some of them and shakes his head. The cost could have been a lot higher but the price is ALWAYS too high. He's already seen the combined expressions of disbelief, loss, terror, hysteria, panic in some of the faces of companions and strangers. Others try to comfort them but he knows that it is futile. HE KNOWS. This is not the time.
Grimes thinks back to his spur of the moment decision in the Cardium Arcane deep inside Gadenthor and a cold chill sweeps through him. It could have gone wrong - it could have cost them their lives - all of them. He could have single-handedly handed the victory to the Gith. But it seemed the only way to achieve success.... and it worked. It worked because others were there to help and protect. Once again a group of relative strangers had managed to work together and combine their talents to achieve the seemingly impossible - all the while aided by their friends and compatriots selling their lives dearly at the Fort.
He shakes his head wondering how much longer his luck will hold and when the wheel will turn full circle again. "I'm getting too old for this shit." he mutters before hauling himself back to his weary feet, straightening his back and striding into the throng to see where he can help.
After spending a good few hours at the Fort in the aftermath of the battle assisting the skilled healers with the injured (and spreading his own healing power as far and wide as possible to ease the suffering which is far too abundant), Grimes finally allows himself to slump in a quiet corner and contemplate the casualty list.
So many lives lost - some familiar (too familiar) names, some vague acquaintances and many names without faces. He remembers shared experiences with some of them and shakes his head. The cost could have been a lot higher but the price is ALWAYS too high. He's already seen the combined expressions of disbelief, loss, terror, hysteria, panic in some of the faces of companions and strangers. Others try to comfort them but he knows that it is futile. HE KNOWS. This is not the time.
Grimes thinks back to his spur of the moment decision in the Cardium Arcane deep inside Gadenthor and a cold chill sweeps through him. It could have gone wrong - it could have cost them their lives - all of them. He could have single-handedly handed the victory to the Gith. But it seemed the only way to achieve success.... and it worked. It worked because others were there to help and protect. Once again a group of relative strangers had managed to work together and combine their talents to achieve the seemingly impossible - all the while aided by their friends and compatriots selling their lives dearly at the Fort.
He shakes his head wondering how much longer his luck will hold and when the wheel will turn full circle again. "I'm getting too old for this shit." he mutters before hauling himself back to his weary feet, straightening his back and striding into the throng to see where he can help.