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Forgiveness

The Drifter let out a raspy chuckle as he leaned against an old rusty railing, sorrow glinting in his grey eyes.

"What is wrong, Germaine?" Eris asked, turning to face him better.

They stood together on an old stone bridge in the wilderness of the EDZ. It had once likely been part of a nice walking park hundreds of years ago, but now the bridge was dilapidated and falling apart, though it still held strong enough to carry Eris Morn and the Drifter's weight above the shallow stream that flowed underneath. Smooth, round pebbles were nestled together at the bottom of the water, shining in the warbling reflection of the sun, which slowly sank beneath the horizon.

"I come out here sometimes, helps me think." Said the Drifter heaving a sigh as he swiped a small rock off the railing. "I've caused some people a lotta pain... You already know 'bout most of what I've done... how I gave some people final deaths." he brought his arm behind him, before jerking it forward again and flinging the rock into the stream, causing a ripple in the waters flowing surface.

Eris watched the water fall back into the stream just as quickly as it had shot up. She remained silent, waiting for the Drifter to continue.

"I wasn't always in my right mind... kinda started losing it after a while- which isn't an excuse. I still did what I did, even when I shouldn't of." He sighed again. "I 'spose I just wish I could fix things. Wish I could bring back all the people I hurt... the people whose blood are on my hands. But I know I can't. Some days it's harder to put in the back of my mind than others... hard to forget what I've done and just start over when I don't even know if they've forgiven me. And if they haven't, how can I forgive myself?"

He stared down into the clear water with sunken eyes. Eris met his gaze in the distorted reflection.

"We have all made mistakes, Germaine. I recall you once saying that what we do now matters more than who we were. This is a wise piece of truth, and one you must seek refuge in." She paused. "The Dark Ages, as you have said, were wild times. They were different times. People did not abide by the rules that we have enacted in this age, as you know. Light fought against Light, final deaths were given out and were not as uncommon as one would hope for them to have been. You have told me of times when you had been the one to deal the final deaths, but you did not speak with a sense of pride or indifference. This shows already, Germaine, you are no cruel monster."

Eris took a long pause, waiting for the Drifter to meet her gentle eyes. When he did, she continued.

"There is a Psalm we both know of, concerning the confession of sins, "So I admitted my sin to you; I didn't conceal my guilt. "I'll confess my sins to the Lord," is what I said. Then you removed the guilt of my sin."" I believe that in order for you to find true peace and the ability to forgive yourself, you must first confess your sins to one greater than either you or me, or any living person to be found in this world."

"How can anyone, no matter how great, forgive a murderer?" The Drifter asked solemnly. "That's one of the things that that Book says is a sin."

"Yes, but lying is a sin too, is it not? Do you believe that one lie will cast you into unforgiveness?"

"No," the Drifter replied, his brows crinkled in thought.

"No, and I do not believe that One so forgiving would forgive the sins of some, but not of others. Confess to Him, Germaine. I am sure that you will not only be forgiven, but will feel a great weight lifted from your back."

The Drifter nodded slowly. "Yeah... I will, Moonlight."

The Drifter chuckled again, lighter this time. The sun had sunk deeper, causing shadow to slowly envelop the forest.

"Thanks, Moonlight." The Drifter said at last, breaking the silence that had grown between them.

The Drifter then stuck out his hand, offering Eris to take it again. When Eris did he pulled them closer together.

They stood close together on the bridge long after the moon rose into the sky.

Please Forgive Us, Brother & Sister - (Little Souls: Teaser Poster #1)

I think the saddest part about Fox shooting Fives, is that Fives would forgive him.

All Foxes brothers hate him and what he did, never speaking to him let alone forgive him.

But Fives would forgive him.

He understands that to some, duty and orders is all there is. He forgave Dogma, even though he almost had everyone killed, he forgave him.

No one else may understand or get it, but when Fox and Fives meet again when they’re in Manda, Fives would forgive.

Because that’s who Fives is. Risking it all for brothers he never knew, saving lives of those who don’t even care, loving those who he has, and caring for those in need.

The whole of the 501st May hate Fox, he may hate himself, but Fives forgives.

A simple thing I realized this morning. Forgiveness wasn’t an act I performed. It was a state I stepped into

They found your heart too big for the parcel’s size and sent it back.

The sun still sets for both of us on different ends. I would peak through from under my covers and wonder why the light was on so late when we’re supposed to be asleep. I bite my tongue as I see you vacuum seal your heart to give.

Like an angel and devil perched on my shoulders. I hold back my words, the silence mumbles like an angel, while the unsettling calm whispers like a devil, both urging me to tread cautiously, it feels a bit sacrilegious to ruin this moment for you.

I inhale deeply, though peace eludes me. Accepting the hate you think you deserve, swallowing it like a bitter pill they said would help, but it only hurts your stomach. They don’t know they caused the marbles in your brain, circling endlessly. You’ll find peace when you leave this past behind but I also know your brain would short circuit if it wasn’t thinking about something to keep you busy.

But as you get up to leave without looking back at the mess, I gather the anger you’ve left behind on the table, cradling it in my hands just as I do with the love you hold me to. Those feelings you have, seeming less weighty to you than to others. Not through the same eyes but with unseen hands, they reach down to pull the shadows beneath your eyes, harshly tearing with all the efforts you make.

But I see it all, just as I see you. Every morning, as the setting sun pours through the windows, bathing it’s forgiving light upon you when you finally gather the courage to crawl back into bed.

I’m angry at everything

And sad at nothing

And scared I’m showing it all.

I look in myself

And see an empty bookshelf

Of all the words i left unsaid.

And When I close my eyes

Leaving only relief and silked sighs

I find nothing but darkness in dreams.

They wretch my soul

Hands on my wrists and feet they pull

And maggots they shove down my throat.

No rest for a saint

Whose been pulled down from those pearly gates

And now rests as a sinner in Hell.

But rest I wish for

And dream of in waking moments

And whisper into the iced wind.

To be with you once more

To rest from this constant bloody war

To fall into your arms and sleep.

To smile again

Find the hand of a friend

To snack on blushing cherry reds.

So I’ll pray and I’ll sow

And raise my face to the sky 

And wait for the lily white flakes.

Soft kisses on my nose

As the snow gently blows

That’s when I’ll know it is done.

The red peels away

And your with me to stay

And my breath puffs out like smoke.