Dear reader, I suppose you may be wondering about how a man may come to say these words?
Hmmm?
Well... that, dear reader, is something that comes from the way one was raised.
Nay.
Tis not just that.
For a man to sacrifice himself for... revenge...
Mere revenge....
And... to be more precise... the revenge of a comrade... rather than his own...
Truly...
Tis a thing not many a man, woman, or child would ever grow to
Nay
Not a thing even many a great man, woman or child would ever grow to
Truly....
Sacrifice...
What brings a man to sacrifice himself?
Well... I suppose I should go further
Hmmm?
You expected more of an explanation?
Why... I'm quite flattered, I'll have you know...
However, at the moment... there is still more to elucidate...
For the man by the name of Dwight Fettersquare did not stop there...
Well... I suppose we can continue for now...
From the moment these words escaped Sir Dwight's lips, the shinobi Hessenger remained transfixed on the spot...
Yes... indeed.
For neither shinobi... yes, neither Jason nor Thorton would have thought such a thing possible
Truly...
Such an act was simply... foreign to their ears
A mother sacrificing herself for her child... truly, every ethos of humanity is of that aware
A man doing the same for his beloved, truly, ... have we not heard of it in tales?
However... for a man to sacrifice himself for.... his friend's revenge...
Why... even a knight would be stunned at the occurrence
But truly... why so did this happen?
Well... for one thing...
Hmmm?
No.
I do suppose I shall move on a bit further to the plot.
Do you mind?
Hmmm?
Of course, dear reader.
Thank you.
Now then...
After Dwight did say those words...
... he said yet another slew of things...
things that would better explain my narrative
Dwight: Do not let that heathen walk away with this! Kill him.
And then, almost as though even he could not believe his own words...
... he himself wept
... his teeth gritted
... his eyes full of sorrow...
However... he did not falter...
Dwight: Do not let this man walk away after sacrileging a daughter of Vesturia. Your daughter, brother. Do not let him walk!
And then, even in seething... he screamed..
Dwight: Pay no attention to me! End him!
Truly... a work of words in and of themselves... would you not agree?
Hmm?
Ah yes... sacrifice...
Well... I do suppose a bit of elucidation is required as well...
As... for one thing.. Dwight is truly a friend of Wallace's
A good one, in fact...
However... that does not explain as to why he would go so far...
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Well... at least not fully...
For Dwight is a man of Vesturia
And of being a part of this great nation... he has learned of one thing...
Yes.
That being... pride.
Hmmm?
Of course, yes.
Patriotism.
Truly a good thing in the hands of a wise man, would you not say.
Truly, I say unto you...
... for when a man learns to feel belonging... yes...
... then he can as well mature into what he was always meant to be
Truly and truly.
However, I would like to take a somewhat.. say... different approach...
Dear reader, has your father ever told you of... something along... hmmm...
I suppose I do indeed lack the word for it
My apologies, really...
But... what I would like to refer to would be best described as family pride
Yes...
Family pride.
Hmmmm?
What does that have to do with this?
Well... you shall see in but a moment...
So now, let me rephrase my question.
Dear reader... have you yet...
been told to take pride in something?
Hmmm?
Well, I do suppose I can be a bit more clear.
Have you ever been told of something... of... say, your family... or nation...
... that just so happens to bring about some sort of responsibility?
Why.... it could even be something as simple as... say.... always being clean...
Hmmm?
Ah, you do understand... yes.
That pride... yes...
That feeling...
Say... as one of such and such a family...
would never do such and such a thing.
That feeling...
That belonging....
Truly, I say unto you...
... tis a remarkable feeling.
One of which I personally would never rob a soul.
And of that...
Yes...
The man by the name of Dwight Fettersquare was full of...
Full of pride for the great nation of Vesturia...
Full of pride for the great nation's people
Full of pride for the people's honour
Full of pride for the daughter's honor
And also, ... full of love for his dear friend.
Truly, I say unto you....
Life is a bounty of experieces
And this man... yes....
He... well.... is about to die, surely...
But.... alas....
Truly.... one may call his a life well lived
And a life well ended...
On his own terms...
For what he believed in...
Truly, I say unto you...
This world is a bounty of experiences
Dear reader, do be sure... to eat yourself full.
Moving along...
As these words did escape Dwight Fettersquare's mouth...
... the pair of Hessengers did indeed simply freeze...
... not knowing what to make of it.
Twas as though a child had been robbed of his meal by a parrot
Truly, as though children did they look.
For... what manner of man would say such a thing...
As for Dwight, he simply spoke on...
Dwight: Go on with it, brother! Go on!
Now, Wallace had indeed halted....
Truly, he had
For he did indeed care for his dear friend
Nay.
I say... he would rather not lose yet another soul that night
Dwight: It must be you! End him, brother!
However, how could he....
For... to kill his very companion... could he really...
Truly... what was he to do...
As for Jason Hessenger...
... he, momentarily, did indeed regain his senses...
Jason: Silence, fool. I will kill you.
However, without even a moment of rebuttal...
Dwight: I do not care for such.
Jason: Tch...
Truly... even though there were tears in his eyes... yes...
The words he spoke...
Truly, the words he spoke struck true...
Truly... he meant all the words he spoke
Not a one was false...
As for Jason Hessenger... what was he to say...
Truly... the four had found themselves in something of a standstill
One caused not by strength, or by might
Nay
But one caused by a sheer question
What is it that I should do?
Truly, I say unto you dear reader...
While it is no mystery that blood would be shed at this night...
Twas truly not the foremost question in their minds..
That being... what is it that they should do...
And of that... the four remained... stuck... waiting....
Hmm?
Things are getting quite tense?
Why... of course they are.
Such is battle, dear reader
I would advise you to be wary of such
For in a battle...
Anything...
Yes, indeed....
Anything....
Can turn to anything...
And anything... can turn to battle.
Tis truly of this world...
That much being said...
... this standstill did not last.
Nay.
For one of the four had made a simple realisation.
One may even call it, an epiphany...
Thorton: Brother, I see it now
Yes, it was Thorton.
And with his words did a particular grin form upon his face
Yes
For he was quite proud of his findings
Thorton: Simply leave your blade across his neck....
And his eyes did light up...
Thorton: ... while I tear this man asunder.
Truly, a maniacal deed truly.
For he intended to kill him... all the while he would do nothing...
... all in the order of protecting his ally.
As for Jason...
Jason: Agreed!
... he too saw the wisdom in it.
For... if his ally was indeed caught...
... and he would do nothing because of it...
... then... yes....
Truly... they had won
If only he simply keep him alive...
Then yes, they had truly won...
As for Dwight... a tinge of fear did indeed strike through his heart.
Truly, I say unto you...
For he told himself once and over...
Dwight: (thinking: This cannot be, for what should I do?)
His sacrifice... his words... while admirable...
were for naught....
For now... for, perhaps intriguingly, the very same paradigm by which he lived...
He would now watch his brother die...
For he would not kill him...
Nay...
For he was a brother also....
But, be that as it may...
There was yet much to be said of Wallace
For he...
Yes, he...
Would now have to be killed...
By the grinning murderer of his daughter...
Truly, I say unto you...
Truly...
Twas pure anger in his mind.
Dear reader, could you imagine that?
Hmmm?
Yes, of course
Utter anger.
As for Dwight... utter confusion...
For this man would simply keep him at a knife's edge till it ended...
As for Thorton...
Thorton: Good. Good. I find my self quite fond of your... face
He said that with a bright smile upon his own...
... brandishing a blade upon one arm.
Thorton: Yes, indeed. This shall be fun.
As for the man by the name of Wallace Darlington, he dared not move
Nay...
For he would rather die than kill one of his own
Be it countryman or child.
For... what if... just what if... they spared him?
Nay...
His mind would not even go so far as to think of that...
For... he simply could not bring his heart to kill his friend.
As for Thorton...
Thorton: Now then... dear knight...
... he would simply get started....
However...
Jason: Make haste, brother. We do not have the time for this.
Thorton: Oh, do be calm dear Lieutenant, for we have them at our mercy.
And then, perhaps as a show of a joke.. he did indeed swap his blade between his hands.
Thorton: After all, do you really expect something of... reinforcements. Why, the pair tarried here alone...
With that, his attention did return to the Knight...
Thorton: So, now... do tell me... which hand would you prefer killed you. Left... or right...
The man by the name of Wallace Darlington simply remanied silent
Thorton: Oh, come now... do be a sport.
He continued to throw the blade from his left to his right, all the while watching the look on his face
Truly... like a pair of children playing a harsh game to a weaker child...
Thorton grinned at every moment... enjoying the scene.
This man... truly... this man...
... was really quite angry.
Yes.
Wallace was quite angry
Thorton: Or... would you prefer... the hands with which I murdered your daughter?
And with that, albeit for a brief moment... did Wallace's body tense...
... as though he intended on moving forward
But... nay...
He stayed true... waiting till the end...
For now... he was certain...
This was his end...