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Lucan, male human pit fighter.
Lucan scoops up the diminuative Zook as gently as possible.
Turning, he steps away from Manzanita before returning Zook to his feet. Lucan however, keeps himself between Zook and Manzanita. The burly fighter watches Zook silently for a moment.
Lucan, a slave since he was seven and a pit fighter before he could even be called a grown man, wonders what it is like to be able to feel compassion for others so easily. Lucan is not a cruel man, but the life he has lead has lead him to seek self sufficieny of spirit; to need nothing from others and to expect nothing. Lucan wonders what type of person he would have become if he had grown up in a place where he was free to have done so. He wonders if the stoicism that he has refined over the years is not a form of deadness. But he did survive when so many else did not. And try as he might, he cannot imagine having done so without buried his feelings very, very deep.
Lucan searches for something to say that would be helpful. He can't find anything that doesn't sound trite.
What cannot be changed must be endured. Lucan was told that by an old slave after the young boy had been beating once again for ... well, for one hopeless act of defiance or another. And the boy, battered and bloody, had chosen to accept the advice. And life had become more tolerable as a result, the beatings less frequent, and the meals more so. He had taken that attitude with him into the arena, and it had served him well there too, allowing him to conserve precious energy for the challenge of staying alive.
Had there ever been another choice? Up til now Lucan had never even considered the possibility.
Lucan scoops up the diminuative Zook as gently as possible.
Turning, he steps away from Manzanita before returning Zook to his feet. Lucan however, keeps himself between Zook and Manzanita. The burly fighter watches Zook silently for a moment.
Lucan, a slave since he was seven and a pit fighter before he could even be called a grown man, wonders what it is like to be able to feel compassion for others so easily. Lucan is not a cruel man, but the life he has lead has lead him to seek self sufficieny of spirit; to need nothing from others and to expect nothing. Lucan wonders what type of person he would have become if he had grown up in a place where he was free to have done so. He wonders if the stoicism that he has refined over the years is not a form of deadness. But he did survive when so many else did not. And try as he might, he cannot imagine having done so without buried his feelings very, very deep.
Lucan searches for something to say that would be helpful. He can't find anything that doesn't sound trite.
What cannot be changed must be endured. Lucan was told that by an old slave after the young boy had been beating once again for ... well, for one hopeless act of defiance or another. And the boy, battered and bloody, had chosen to accept the advice. And life had become more tolerable as a result, the beatings less frequent, and the meals more so. He had taken that attitude with him into the arena, and it had served him well there too, allowing him to conserve precious energy for the challenge of staying alive.
Had there ever been another choice? Up til now Lucan had never even considered the possibility.
