Time and Peace:
(Art Randolph POV)
You did not feel anything when you were called into the office. In fact, you felt nothing at all. Perhaps it was for the simple fact that many things had happened right now to make things worse in your mind. The world going mad it seemed, and all it felt like was… nothing. Nothing at all.
It was like standing out in the open wilderness, knowing you were going to die. Yet now it was a scene that filled your heart with shame. All that time you tried to show him just how much you changed. To be better than what you once were.
But old habits died hard. Or as an old friend would say… Evil always needs one victory. Good would always need to be vigilant or fall.
Your best friend is angry at you. Eyes filled, not with shame, and anger, but with disappointment. He was trying so hard to not show just how broken it felt for him. How terrible it felt.
"Jack." He said his friend's name almost silently, but instead of allowing him to speak, Jack slammed his hand down on the time.
"Art… What the fuck is wrong with you?" It was rare to hear Jack swear with such venom, any that heard him swear, knew it was mere playfulness, a way to make fun of the political craziness of stiff upper lips and changed tones. Or as he called it, upper-class speak.
He knew. He knew, and he hated it. "I heard that you were trying to turn funds towards weaponry. Buying rifles, trucks, and machining tools."
"Jack, I can explain-"
"Shut up!" He shouted, anger boiling over. You had never seen him this angry before, but only because there was so much you had done wrong. So much you had done to hide from him. It was like protecting a child who did not understand or wish to understand the world. You protecting him, probably against your own best judgment. "We are not like them!? All those violent people who think that things can only change through the barrel of a gun. We can show them that this Experiment of governance, of economics, of people, can work."
Yet in your eyes, you wanted to believe him. It was like a foolish dream that you had, where people could get together and make a change. To make things better through action, not violence. But the experience of life and loss taught you differently.
Everything in the world revolved around violence, pain, and suffering. Suffering you tried so hard to no inflict on others.
"Jack." You said his name bitterly, trying your best to try and not to snap, to tell him how wrong and foolish it would be to think like that. To think so naively about how the world really works. But even now, you couldn't say such words. Not until he would be forced to see it.
But right now, things were going well. Things, were tense, yes, things were getting violent.
But right now… things were not going to be destroyed. Not yet. Even if it felt like a storm brewing on the horizon.
You instead took a breath and realized just what it would be. "You may not be willing to kill for this dream. But I am not going to let you die for this without putting up a fight."
As if Jack needed any more guilt on his conscious.
"Get out." He demanded.
And you did.
But you would just have to make things better, so he could be right.
Or hope that things got worse, and you could prove him wrong.
You only hoped to god that you wouldn't have to prove him wrong.
AN:
@Physici
An omake for the LLRP's Electoral... success. in the Dakota if possible.
So... Yeah, this was based upon an argument me and Cyber had about the possible direction to take the Party... After the clusterfuck of whats going on down south.
Yeah, can be persuaded to some politicking if you all ask me to do something cool, like say write an omake to fuck over the white league.