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Forgiveness. A concept that has been lauded since the development of empathy. An ideal that many now chase in the hopes of having their guilt erased without placing any true effort into earning it.
The scapegoat of the culpable.
Originally it had been a part of Proto's very nature to forgive, although he had never taken to forgetting. If someone had managed to change, to atone for what they had done or the events that came about by extension of those actions, he saw being an incessant reminder of their misdeeds as reckless. Not because he believed that somehow, through these reminders, they would eventually achieve the role of a self-fulfilling prophecy and thus prove they could never forge a new life. No; he had been of the mind that it did more harm than any possible good to the person who had been affected by those events, often driven by a false sense of deserved retribution towards the guilty party or even a suicidal event horizon.
Forgiveness was simple. Undemanding.
Naive.
He thought there was nothing any living being could do that did not allow room for forgiveness, even if he never forgot. With everything he had witnessed through countless centuries, he was incapable of imagining anything that could possibly change his stance or even what he felt was a part of the very nature of his soul; debate about machines having such a thing notwithstanding. He failed to picture anything so monstrous, done to him or to the countless innocents throughout the universe, that would completely tear him asunder and leave him a hollow thing of what he once was. Not even genocide was beyond forgiving for the right reasons.
In retrospect, he had the mind of a child. Death was not the end and everyone was fundamentally good at their core, so long as one dug underneath the layers of ichor. And while murder would never be acceptable, if it allowed others to rest easy, then certainly the killer could eventually be forgiven; although he would never perform such a deed himself.
If he had the foresight to prevent what happened in just a few hours under the stereotypical cover of night, when all lay in tender sleep and dreamt of better worlds or lives, he would have dragged those men and women out into the streets. He would have sunk his claws into their tender flesh and begun forcefully feeding the EMPs they had been setting up down their pliable throats. He would have pushed and heaved and shoved as hard as he could, making sure they still clung to life before detonating each grenade one by one. He would have made sure each watched as their compatriots succumbed to the brutal assault and gleefully paid mind to the tears of distress and fear that would eventually spill.
Forgiveness would never be within reach again.
----
This lovely WIP before the line art is, as ever, done by the fantastic InHeritent! I can never refrain from commissioning them when I have enough, whether it is FR currency or USD. I am also amazed by how long I have been commissioning them for and how much their art has changed since the very first piece they did for me. It is quite exciting!
You can find their FR page over here: http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=.....mp;amp;id=1903
And their commissions thread here!: http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/art/1670693/1
The scapegoat of the culpable.
Originally it had been a part of Proto's very nature to forgive, although he had never taken to forgetting. If someone had managed to change, to atone for what they had done or the events that came about by extension of those actions, he saw being an incessant reminder of their misdeeds as reckless. Not because he believed that somehow, through these reminders, they would eventually achieve the role of a self-fulfilling prophecy and thus prove they could never forge a new life. No; he had been of the mind that it did more harm than any possible good to the person who had been affected by those events, often driven by a false sense of deserved retribution towards the guilty party or even a suicidal event horizon.
Forgiveness was simple. Undemanding.
Naive.
He thought there was nothing any living being could do that did not allow room for forgiveness, even if he never forgot. With everything he had witnessed through countless centuries, he was incapable of imagining anything that could possibly change his stance or even what he felt was a part of the very nature of his soul; debate about machines having such a thing notwithstanding. He failed to picture anything so monstrous, done to him or to the countless innocents throughout the universe, that would completely tear him asunder and leave him a hollow thing of what he once was. Not even genocide was beyond forgiving for the right reasons.
In retrospect, he had the mind of a child. Death was not the end and everyone was fundamentally good at their core, so long as one dug underneath the layers of ichor. And while murder would never be acceptable, if it allowed others to rest easy, then certainly the killer could eventually be forgiven; although he would never perform such a deed himself.
If he had the foresight to prevent what happened in just a few hours under the stereotypical cover of night, when all lay in tender sleep and dreamt of better worlds or lives, he would have dragged those men and women out into the streets. He would have sunk his claws into their tender flesh and begun forcefully feeding the EMPs they had been setting up down their pliable throats. He would have pushed and heaved and shoved as hard as he could, making sure they still clung to life before detonating each grenade one by one. He would have made sure each watched as their compatriots succumbed to the brutal assault and gleefully paid mind to the tears of distress and fear that would eventually spill.
Forgiveness would never be within reach again.
----
This lovely WIP before the line art is, as ever, done by the fantastic InHeritent! I can never refrain from commissioning them when I have enough, whether it is FR currency or USD. I am also amazed by how long I have been commissioning them for and how much their art has changed since the very first piece they did for me. It is quite exciting!
You can find their FR page over here: http://flightrising.com/main.php?p=.....mp;amp;id=1903
And their commissions thread here!: http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/art/1670693/1
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