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Author Topic: Family Bonds Tether Us  (Read 308 times)

Description: Attn: Param

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Family Bonds Tether Us
« on: Jan 26, 19, 02:20:04 PM »
Hellephant Ranch -- Sikkim Province
Winter 193 PP


So few people. He remembered when the Ranch had dozens as part of the cell training the Hellephants and getting dispatched for ops. Now? It was a mere handful. The only reason the ranch had as many people now was that the other ranches needed wranglers, trainers and riders. They needed a good solid refresh, to rebuild their regiment of Hellephant riders and the only way to do that was cross-train everyone and hope against hope that more people would come. Until then he needed to make preparations.

The Ranches had feelers out to try to get in touch with any other cells but so far it wasn't looking too good. The common threads didn't work and the messages in coded cypher never got responses. The Ranches, it seemed, were on their own for now and that alone was enough to make Shivesh pensive. The Rebellion needs a win. Nharkava needs a win. Somehow, somewhere. He just needed to figure out what, where and how.

He fell back to his time as a courier. Understand the lay of the land. Figure out the way of things and that is how best to proceed. One needs to know the footpaths of the jungle before mapping the quickest course. So he needed to begin from scratch. Connecting with everyone, keeping them abreast of plans and getting the lay of the land. He had tapped his contacts to get him what information he could about what was going on in Sikkim. He would have to start here. It was too risky to hop Provinces. He would have to be concise yet bigger than usual.

This planning stuff was giving him a headache.

"No! No! No! Wild Hellephant's can't be strapped." He had practically forgotten what it was he was doing, helping teach, in his reverie. "You try to strap a wild Hellephant it'll go nuts and rampage everywhere. You need to give them time and! Most importantly. Feed them, personally. They need to be adjusted to us. Just like a stranger making a friend." He then took a large whikerbasket full of apples and offered an apple to the Hellephant. The Hellephant's long trunk felt around the apple, then his arm and and the started to huff and raise on his hind legs.

"Back! Everyone back!" Everyone scattered as the Hellephant thundered the ground with it's feet and wildly shook its head. It attempted to flee but the chains bolted to the cliff kept it from fleeing. Shivesh turned to watch the chains hold as the Hellephant kept attempting to escape but ultimately settled back down.

"...Okay! It isn't ready for that." He brushed himself off as if brushing the fear away. "Phew!" He put his hands on his hips and then after a second of silence, laughed. "That was fun."

It was then that someone came to Shivesh and told him that someone was looking for him, had said all the right passcodes and was looking for him. The man let out a grunt and then bit his bottom. He told him to bring the man to the canteen and he would speak to him there. Off he went to be presentable Veshi, rather than sweaty Veshi.

A few splashes of water, a change of t-shirts and he was fine. He threw his jacket back on and went to the canteen, the communal dining room/kitchen/rec area of the ranch. It was by no means a pleasant place. Cramped though with so few it was now spacious when food was served.  He got himself a cup of water from the water pump and then slumped down onto one of the benches to wait and also to get off his feet. It's been a long day.

Offline Param Joshi

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Re: Family Bonds Tether Us
« Reply #1 on: Jan 28, 19, 10:54:51 AM »
Like Param, Minakshi had always had a way with and a love for animals. From the time she'd taken her first unsteady steps away from him as an infant to the point two weeks ago when last they'd shared a civil conversation, Minakshi had been invariably drawn towards the honesty and warmth of anything four-legged. Param could not recall a point in her life where she hadn't claimed some sort of pet, even if it was nothing more than the skinny dog who haunted the trash in the alley. Animals seemed to trust Minakshi in turn, to the point where she seemed able to tame even the most skittish of feral cats. It was everything Param could do to keep the strays out of the house, and though he didn't quarrel often with his youngest sister, the few times they're really bumped heads had all involved her passion for tending to any animal that crossed her path.

As surprising (and heartbreaking) as it'd been to learn that Minakshi had decided to join the Rebellion, it surprised Param not-at-all to learn that the arm of it she'd chosen to join was responsible for some manner of animals. He would not have expected her to approve of animals being used as a means of warfare, but then, he hadn't expected her to approve of warfare in any form. She'd been just as devastated as anyone at Jayant's death, when she'd been younger, and Hari's death, more recently. Thinking on his lost brethren was enough to aggravate that old ache in Param's chest that never really went away. You failed, it promised him. Failed to keep them safe.

He wouldn't fail with Minakshi and Lata, no matter how stubborn they were being. He couldn't. They were the last of his charges, the last chances he had to redeem himself as their guardian. They would perhaps hate him forever if this worked, but at least they would be alive to do so. Lata in particular would be offended that Param was taking it upon himself to try and subvert her will. Minakshi would just be frustrated and stubborn, he predicted. He didn't care. Rather, he didn't care enough to stop. Not when this might lead to them staying home, and away from the bloodshed that was coming.

Confident as he was that he was doing what was necessary, Param nonetheless felt anxious to the point of nausea while he sat there in that little canteen and waited for the appearance of the man he'd asked to see. It'd all felt surreal, from the moment he'd made the decision up to the moment he'd sat himself down here. He'd reached out to Nilima's old associates, people who'd been surprised to hear from him after all this time. Hopeful, too, until they'd realized he'd not contacted them out of any late-blooming urge to joint he fight. He'd bent the arms of their sympathies until they'd relented and told him how to find Minakshi. They thought him misguided but harmless, he knew, and he didn't mind that reality. Perhaps he was, after all. Perhaps this was pointless. But it felt significant to him. His heart had pounded in his chest when he'd closed those last few kilometers, when he'd spotted the rebels who'd approached and asked his business in the area. He'd surrendered the right words without seeming upset by the whole ordeal, but inside his guts felt like jelly. That jelly shook and rattled while he watched Shivesh enter the canteen and take a seat. For a second, his courage abandoned him. He thought he should just leave. Minakshi was a grown woman, and it devastated him to think of leaving here without her, but surely that would be easier than inserting himself into the affairs of these people. Violent, too passionate, extreme... these were terrorists and little more, he thought.

He could not leave Minakshi's fate to these people. He would not.

Param steeled himself and stood, and looking not at all as void of confidence as he felt, he approached Shivesh.

"Sir," he said, by way of polite greeting. "Are you the leader here?" And then, realizing that might be a delicate question, he put a hand to his chest and bowed his head slightly in acknowledgement. "I am Param Joshi. I am looking for Shivesh."

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Re: Family Bonds Tether Us
« Reply #2 on: Jan 30, 19, 06:43:53 PM »
The splendor of sitting was foiled. It was if his ass hadn't even fully splatted itself against the bench that Param's voice came into the canteen. Man these guys work fast. Part happy for efficiency but half-grumblesome that he didn't have even a moment to get his head together. He hadn't even drank his cup of water yet! Or even had a sip of it! Oh well.

The man had a look to him that suggested cowardice. Perhaps fear instead. Shivesh was never the greatest judge of character but he could tell someone fighting fear than anything else. The battlefield taught him that much about watching people. He could tell in their posture, how their attempt at being straight looked forced more than natural. Their eyes steeled with effort. Huh. Wonder why? Perhaps it would be a story Param would entertain him with. Or, more likely, he was here to tell him something that would make Shivesh even more teeth-grinding and then he would learn it by becoming summarily drunk and getting him drunk with him along with everyone else just to take the edge off.

"Man! Does word travel fast in these woods." He did a mental count of how long he had been put into leadership then immediately stopped counting. It was pointless to. "That would be me. I'm Shivesh. You must be the one they were saying was looking for me." He would have rather killed the man - the image of someone running around the jungle asking for the leader of the ranch AND the seat of Rajendra was not something he enjoyed entertaining. However he had all the passcodes and made all the checks. He was a fellow. Not to mention landen. All good signs that kept that imaginary side of him deeply quelled.

"Have a seat." He gestured to the bench he was sitting at. He went over to grab a cup. "Hope you don't mind water. Luxury hasn't come down this far in the jungle yet and you can't be too careful out here. Never know what might happen and you don't want dehydration being on your bad list." He filled up the cup of water and then slid it over to Param then hopped into his seat again.

"What can I do for you?" he crossed his legs at the ankles as he leaned his elbows onto the tabletop. He played with his cup of water in between his hands, giving it a delicate spin with his fingers.

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Re: Family Bonds Tether Us
« Reply #3 on: Feb 01, 19, 01:02:34 PM »
Shivesh's reaction caught Param off guard, resulting in a momentary blankness of expression. He couldn't tell right away if the other man was pleased with how quickly word had spread or frustrated by it, but thankfully Shivesh moved on quickly to confirming that Param was in the right place. He nodded, and took a seat when he was invited to do so.

"Thank you," he said, with another nod as he accepted the offered water. Hospitality had always been important, and some quiet part of him was a little mollified to find that not even these reputedly violent rebels had forsaken such simple acts of humanity. Param hadn't come here to take up any of these peoples' resources, but it was warm this deep into the jungle, even this time of year, and it had been a long trek, and to refuse might've been an insult anyway. So he drank a grateful swallow of what was offered, and then drew a breath to steel himself for the coming conversation.

"I appreciate you seeing me. I hope to not take up much of your time. But... I have a sister. Minakshi Joshi is her name..." He paused only briefly to see if the name sparked any visible recognition in the other man. He new it might not, considering how recent Minakshi's joining was, though the father-figure in him was sure than anyone who met her would have remembered her. Minakshi had always been the brightest light in any room, in Param's mind.

"She has recently decided to join your efforts. But I am afraid her decision was hasty, prompted out of anger after the recent violence. She will not listen to reason, and I have come..." He faltered, suddenly certain that the man before him, whom Param thought had such savagery lurking in his dark eyes, would have no ear for his plight. But perhaps he was wrong. He told himself that there was intelligence in that hard gaze as well, that there was yet hope this man would understand what a danger his world would be for a soft soul like Minakshi.

"She will not listen to reason. But she is not meant for this sort of..." he looked away, letting his eyes pass over the inside of the canteen while he searched for words more palatable than what came quickly to mind. Insanity. Chaos. Terrorism. "...endeavor." He returned his gaze to Shivesh, expression softened with his plea. "She is a kind and good woman, but she has never lived outside of our parents' house. She has never had to cope with the kind of hardship this lifestyle would heap on her. She must come home, sir. For her own good. I came here today in the hopes that you would help dissuade her from this ill-guided choice. You will suffer nothing for her loss; she has no skills at fighting or defense. You would only be saving her life."

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Re: Family Bonds Tether Us
« Reply #4 on: Feb 01, 19, 02:26:17 PM »
Shivesh was a nonchalant fellow by nature. Even in a position of authority he settled himself more laid-back than a stern figure. Even while listening to what Param considered important he slouched and settled himself to be more comfortable on the bench.

As he found his way to his point Shivesh gave a more compassionate look. Sister joined the Rebellion eh? The name did not ring any bells, showing on his face, but the circumstances he described were commonplace. People whose family members joined the rebellion that either caused schisms in the family, a mother howling for the return of her son or even a father whose daughter had joined making him vehement that she stay out of it. How many stories like that circulated just in the ranch alone, let alone the rest of the movement?

Before it was easy. The Avatar of the Mother would assauge their concerns, remind them of their divine purpose and offer comfort where it didn't seem like there was any. Now the Avatar was missing, dead most likely, and the ones to offer that reprieve from worry were nowhere to be found. A dead void when one needed a shoulder to support them or an ear to hear their worry.  That task fell on him now to be that shoulder and offer that reprieve. So a man came for his sister, asking to see if he would help her see reason to get her out of this mess. He would probably do the same if one of his daughters tried to join the Rebellion. As much as he felt that the cause was worth the risk and the sacrifice, as much as it hurt to carry the burden, the view always changed when it came to loved ones. As if it was your burden alone, not their to carry. All the while reminding yourself of the reason why you do, is because other people can't...or won't...or both.

"I get it." Shivesh told him, taking a healthy drink of water to clear his throat. "It's dangerous. Terrifying even and it ain't a place for your sister." He set the cup down on the table. "I'd be the same if one my children wanted to join more than likely. They deserve the reward, not the burden sort of thing." He flexed his fingers on the table top.

"But." He interjected himself. "Everyone came here for their own reasons. Not everyone here was born a fighter. Or a strategist or hellephant rider. I mean. Me? I was a flippin' mailman! His laughter came from the gut. "A guy who ran around delivering letters for a living! Keeping animals from running amok in town! I wasn't a soldier, or a warrior. Yet I am here." He poked at the table. "Me? I fight because I want my children to live a life of joy and plenty in the God's graces. Not be treated like pets, dumb sacks of garbage or ignored while others plunder the fruits of our labor and expect us to thank them for it. I can give that blessing to other people to...so long as I bear the burden. So I do. Everyday...and it sucks. It really really sucks! But the hope is there, that with the change we bring will create something new for us. Something better than what it was before."

"My reason is no better than someone else's. I don't know your sister, but I won't kick her out on your behalf. She has her reasons, just like we all do for being here." He cleared his throat.
"If my kids decide to join, Gods pray they never have the option and it'll be over by then...I wouldn't have a place to deny them either, as sure as I may want too."

"But that doesn't mean she has to get flung into every front line that exists. We're not all fighters. I am sure your sister will find a place true to her strengths and if she is as you describe her to be? It probably won't be at the front." He took another drink to water his throat once more. "I'm sorry I can't be of more help. The most i can do is try to keep her from the front lines whenever they emerge. It's her choice to bear the burden. No one here, I promise you, forces her to."

It may not be the decision Param wanted to hear but it was the decision he chose to stick to. He didn't have any right to tell someone their reason to fight was less than others. So long as they bear the burden? That is all that matters.

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Re: Family Bonds Tether Us
« Reply #5 on: Feb 05, 19, 10:01:15 AM »
The other man seemed strangely agreeable, at first, and Param found himself hoping against hope that Shivesh would hear reason, and would help. He spoke of having children, and something tightened in Param's chest at the ignited hope that he'd understand. Minakshi wasn't Param's child, but he had raised her and felt responsible for her as though she was. If this man understood that kind of bond, that kind of responsibility then perhaps there was hope...

But.

The man's diatribe turned a corner, and that new font of hope was steadily choked off inside of Param. He listened respectfully until Shivesh was done, despite how many times he wanted to jump in and interject. He waited, instead, until Shivesh said definitively that he wouldn't send Minakshi home, that the most he could do was try to ensure she didn't wind up on the front lines.

"I was not trying to suggest that she is here against her will," he countered. "I understand that this is where she feels she needs to be. But she only feels that way because she is angry and upset right now. This was an emotional choice, and one that I fear will see her hurt or worse before she calms down to see reason." He dared not address the ideology behind the rebellion and what he hoped it would achieve, as he was certain his views would only upset the man before him. It was only sound reason and logic as far as Param was concerned, but he'd seen its incendiary effects on those who believed in the so-called Rebellion.

"I appreciate your offer to help keep her away from harm, but with all due respect, sir, there is no way to predict where harm will come. I think that has been proven soundly by recent events." He wouldn't reference the recent attack on the rebel's headquarters directly, but he didn't feel he needed to. That wasn't the sort of thing people were likely to overlook, particularly one so near to it as Shivesh.

"I think it would be best if Minakshi came home. She will still be angry, but she will heal in time, as we all will."

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Re: Family Bonds Tether Us
« Reply #6 on: Feb 09, 19, 03:26:53 PM »
He laughed. A jovial one. "Of course it's an emotional choice. What other kind of choice is there?" The humor came from the idea of someone rationally deducing to make their life all but forfeit for others. No one would ever rationally come to that conclusion. It took emotion and heart to make that declaration, not a calculator.

"Maybe she was sympathetic and just didn't have the motivation to join until now?" He offered as a counter. "Point being. I am sure she knows the risks. If she managed to join, I am sure she knows them." He wasn't going to march off, find the girl and send her back home to her mommy.

"I mean...take me. I'm here to make sure my daughters don't have to grow up under the thumb of either Blood forcing their oblivion-worshipping down their throats or treating them like pets or worse, statistics. We're being dragged along, whether we like it or not, on the bootheels of a race who have shown, clearly, they don't care about us. They don't care, aren't interested in our well-being and assume the only thing we want is a bone every now and again to keep us complacent. Otherwise they can do whatever they damn well please to us, against us or whatever."

"I could be home with them rather than fighting for them. But if I'm home with them, no one is fighting for them. Don't you think your sister might be here for similar reasons? Maybe even for you, for the same reason? Because if she isn't then who is?"

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Re: Family Bonds Tether Us
« Reply #7 on: Feb 11, 19, 10:41:00 AM »
An intelligent choice. A logical choice. A choice that considered more than one's own selfish desire to rage ineffectively against the villains around them. Param counted off in his mind what other kinds of choices he felt there were, though he thought the better of voicing any of that aloud.

"Of course she was sympathetic. Who among us isn't sympathetic to some degree? It is truth that the Blood are dangerous, selfish, and indulgent creatures who represent a threat to us all. It is a natural thing to want to fight back against such things. But wanting such does not make it feasible. Does not make it wise. For every small victory we claim, we lose people in great swaths of retribution fueled by Craft. I am certain Minakshi has counted the cost and deemed it worth paying, but only because she has been fed an idealized view of the potential outcomes."

Shivesh explained that he was there to fight for his children and, Param's teeth ground together in frustration.

"And who will see to them when this venture claims your life?" he snapped, more sharply than he meant to. "Who will 'fight for them' once their father has squandered their life raging against the wind? Minakshi's brothers, even my own beloved wife, joined with you to fight for this 'better' future, and instead of finding any of the fanciful changes they were seduced with, they were cut down without fanfare. Three lives, in their primes, at the height of their potential, just--GONE!" Param eyes burned and his hands shook with frustrated anger, but there was nothing to be done for it. "You will never know their names. Most people will not, because they were just three more numbers sacrificed to this... this... delusion that we can ever stand up to the Blood to real effect. I have raised my brothers and sisters up since they were small, cared for them as though they were my own children, and you are asking me to go home and be content when the last two of them have decided to follow their brothers into early graves? HOW MUCH should one family be asked to give?"

Param made himself stop, made himself take a breath, though it was difficult. He continued at a more polite volume, but it was clear it was only with great effort.

"You are right. One day everything will be different. But it will be because people like you have provoked the Blood until they have wiped our race off of the face of the earth!"

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Re: Family Bonds Tether Us
« Reply #8 on: Feb 19, 19, 01:38:30 PM »
You are right. One day everything will be different. But it will be because people like you have provoked the Blood until they have wiped our race off of the face of the earth! It was that type of thinking that drove him mad. Param certainly didn't want his sister fighting with the rebels which, now that Shivesh considered it, 'rebels' was a horrible term. 'Liberators' more like. He might just re-brand it. 'The Liberation', rather than the 'rebellion'. But that was for later.

In truth the man gave valid criticisms and valid answers. His 'rationale', deplorable as it might be, wasn't flimsy. The same reason Param hated the idea of his sister fighting with the rebels was fueled by the same desire that drove Shivesh to fight with the rebels. Promises. Safety. Their perspectives were all that differed. Shivesh, driven to fight to promise his children better. Param, driven to protect what was left with his family because the today would obviously be better than the tomorrow - with them occupying holes in the ground. Save for one small detail.

"An idealized view of the outcomes huh?" He tapped at his chin. "Let's paint a picture huh? Jus' you and me."

"The Blood, at any time, can show up and demand things of you. You are told, by law, to oblige them because they might go 'crrraaazzzyyy' and kill you. If they do kill you, they pay families some money, say sorry, wash their hands, end of issue. They can have sex with you, whether you like it or not, when they are 'consumed by hornydom' and can also kill you just the same. Again, pay some money, like a whore, and mischief managed. Or they might just kill you, cuz 'craaazzzyyy' and you had nothing to do with anything. Yet if you were to ask for their head in exchange? For taking the life of someone? They get angry! How DARE you ask to harm one of the Blood!

Our farms require the attention of Queens who may not care this week, defended by Blood who obviously don't give a shit, get incensed when any landen asks to be treated like..oh, they have thoughts, and are forced into being nothing more than laborers tilling the soil and herding the livestock because everything else is just SO FUCKING COMPLICATED that one of US would never be able to keep up!"


"The delusion is the fact that people like you buy that cesspit of a social order. Why is THAT the only way for us to live? And why do we have to live that way? Who said? THEM?!" He gestured out of the tent. "The only thing they are interested in is making sure their pockets are lined with cash, their cocks slick and their desires fed. I've seen animals with better manners than them! They have fed us lie after lie after lie about how the world works and how it should work."

"Rajendra blesses those who have died with paradise, including yours, for the sacrifice they made fighting against that delusion. Are our goals ideal? Maybe. Are they lofty and close to impossible to achieve? Probably. But that doesn't mean we shouldn't try, and keep trying to do better if we succeed. Because the world as it is is a bleak one, allowed to fester by the Blood who believe themselves akin to the gods. If they cared, they would keep trying too. They don't want to."

Shivesh slowly shifted off the bench to stand to his feet. "If the Blood are going to kill us all I will rest well in heaven knowing they will cannibalize each other because they probably don't even know how to tie their own shoes, let alone work a lumber mill or reap the grain. Someone will become the next inferior group, and they will slaughter everyone in figuring out who it is. All I know is, it won't be me anymore nor my daughters."

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Re: Family Bonds Tether Us
« Reply #9 on: Feb 27, 19, 09:50:36 AM »
"There is nothing to buy, don't you understand?" Param countered, when Shivesh insisted it was Param's buy-in that was the delusion, here. "I am not here to try and suggest that the way things are is ideal, or even fair or just. I am not blind, and I see how dangerous and corrupt the Blood are. It is not right, how they treat us.

"But I also see how much more powerful they are than even the most impassioned of our kind. It takes merely one of them, even one of their least powerful, to slaughter scores of us with nothing but a flex of their will. You can rally every Landen in Nharkava to stand against them, and we would still be cut down like wheat before a scythe. And yes, they would suffer after we were gone, but we'd all still be dead. If the choice is between a life of injustice and the wholesale slaughter of everyone I know and love..." he paused, shook his head gently at Shivesh as though the other man was beyond reason, as though the answer ought to be an obvious one to anyone with a shred of reason left.

"You cannot consider self-immolation to be a preferable end for your children than the life we have now?" The notion pained him, caused despair to write itself into the creases made by the furrow in his brow. Param had lost much, and he felt those losses every day of his life. How much more must this man before him have lost, to feel like such nihilism was justified? The notion was staggering, and the thought of that kind of misery sucked the heat out of Param's words. He stood up after Shivesh, and started to turn to leave. He paused, and quietly made one more plea.

"Please. Send Minakshi home. You will have other martyrs for your cause. Do not let my sister's anger make her one of them."

But unless Shivesh's response gave him reason to hope he'd be heeded, Param would then start the journey home.

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Re: Family Bonds Tether Us
« Reply #10 on: Apr 11, 19, 09:25:39 PM »
On the one hand, Rajendra's Chosen wanted to strangle Param. How complacent must he be to accept tablescraps than fight to demand for more? The man sounded defeated even before raising his fists and that aspect of the man frustrated him to no end. On the other hand, he heard the despair in his voice of a man who was blessed with an impossible decision to make. Suck it up and fight, knowing it would lead to death and pain or accept his place and be miserable. Neither option sounded appetizing or even preferable, but the subtle despair forced a lesser of two evils. Live, rather than die. It wasn't the best choice. Much like Param's reasoning, it was the rational choice.

The difficulty was that the Blood did not adhere to reason. They did not adhere to logic or rationale. They adhered to blood, death and avarice instead. It was their only language and they ignored and maltreated anyone who was not willing to speak their tongue. The rational choice led to survival but not betterment. The path of betterment, of change, required sacrifice. Blood, death and no small amount of avarice of their own. The will to enact change, to demand it by blood and steel. To speak the language of their oppressors in order to achieve something greater.

"I have hope that my sacrifice will better my children's future." He said with a resolve that would brittle steel. "If I die, or when I die, it will lead to change for everyone not just my children. I know where I will go, when my time comes, and I am not afraid." He confirmed with that same voice. Rajenda would welcome him as a Father proud of his son and he would be reborn again with pride in his eyes.

But that was Shivesh. Param was not him. He was just a man worried for his family. His siblings. He may not agree with Param's complacency, allowing the Blood to walk all over him and be fine with it so long as he was alive...but his worries were not meritless. In another life, in another pair of shoes, Shivesh might be pleading too. He was given his seat for his wisdom, his heart and his tenacity. He needed to be a leader, not just a warrior or Rajendra's hatchet man. He needed to lead and by leading, inspire others to have the hope and faith he himself possesses. If he simply decrees "truth", he would be no better than the Blood.

"...What was her name?...Minakshi?" He mused. "...I will find her and send her home. Give her time to think, now that she has been among us for a little bit. Give her the option of choice." He looked at Param. "To live as you do, to see the world through your eyes, or to join us and fight for a different one. She has seen our fight and heard our cause, let her hear your side and experience it. If, she comes back to us...I will not do it again. She will have made her opinion on her own, and you should respect her decision if she does."

"I think that will give her the fairness her choice deserves. Do you agree?"

 

 

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