[Richard briefly wonders just how had they come to this? No more than a couple minutes ago Scott was playfully chasing after his boar and now they were contemplating the nature of war and the toll it took on one's soul. He's not exactly sure how they had arrived here but oh well.
And strangely enough, Richard doesn't exactly have experience with this kind of conversation. Most people did not have luxuries to ask such questions without having some insight and experience in the matter. But... he supposes this could be counted as good practice for the time when his own son would grow up and ask him stories of the war.
...That is if he ever sees the child again.]
I could say that it doesn't, and that every life I've taken haunts my conscience and every waking hour. However, [He pauses, looking up at Scott's red glasses. There's a certain and determined look on his face as he continues to speak.] But that would be a lie.
I have fought in many wars, killed countless amounts of people. And the more I do it, the more numb I get to it. Eventually the people will turn into faceless mass, they become just wall off enemies you need to destroy. [There is almost something very solemn to his voice as he speaks.] They say that there is honor to be found in battles, something that can be determined by the counts of bodies you leave behind him.
But the true honor can only be found in how one keeps a hold of their spirit after the battle, how they will not lose the control of themselves and staying true. And being able to stand behind the choices they've made, no matter how harrowing they are.
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And strangely enough, Richard doesn't exactly have experience with this kind of conversation. Most people did not have luxuries to ask such questions without having some insight and experience in the matter. But... he supposes this could be counted as good practice for the time when his own son would grow up and ask him stories of the war.
...That is if he ever sees the child again.]
I could say that it doesn't, and that every life I've taken haunts my conscience and every waking hour. However, [He pauses, looking up at Scott's red glasses. There's a certain and determined look on his face as he continues to speak.] But that would be a lie.
I have fought in many wars, killed countless amounts of people. And the more I do it, the more numb I get to it. Eventually the people will turn into faceless mass, they become just wall off enemies you need to destroy. [There is almost something very solemn to his voice as he speaks.] They say that there is honor to be found in battles, something that can be determined by the counts of bodies you leave behind him.
But the true honor can only be found in how one keeps a hold of their spirit after the battle, how they will not lose the control of themselves and staying true. And being able to stand behind the choices they've made, no matter how harrowing they are.