Impulsive memories of war – a voice in my head speaks involuntarily
My Carrion Woman knows the Acitivists, and she tells me where they are, that I might find them. I know exactly where they are – and I become of the immense power of Fate that I control at this point. Peaching on them or letting them start that Resistance would change the course of history forever. Ah, how arrogant of me. Of course, every action we take, every movement, everything – changes the course of History every day. There is no proper course of history. If the ways are infinite, why do we still view history and time as a linear concept? Like in a circle, the number of circumferences it could have is infinite – and so there is very little meaning in thinking about a path as a path – one must consider the whole. It is probably the only thing that is properly relevant. But I digress. Do I peach on the Activists? All the same for the Carrion Woman – she gets the spoils no matter what – doesn’t matter which side it comes from. Like the infinite nature of history, she’s hungry, and I need to make a decision. That’s all that matters. Why should I peach on the Activists? A new breed will surely rise from their ashes, if not the entire lot of their race and ours will rise up against us. Better to feed them and clothe them than damn them and incite those brothers to violence. Then they’ll become us and we become them. Or was it the other way round? Us and them. They’re us and we’re them and then they’ll become them and we’ll become Us. We’ll be the next breed of the revolution if they take over, surely. It’ll never end, as infinite as history. Our endless cycle of needs.
