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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Lichtenhart" data-source="post: 2582265" data-attributes="member: 761">OOC: I just thought I could just finish the part with Parcival while we decide. Is it a bad idea?Simon remembers the song the old Parcival keeps singing, and its meaning. He is deeply upset by how the Lords disposed of Parcival friends, as if they were just cannon fodder.But he has to help Parcival. To help him love again, feel again, cry for his lost friends as he was meant to do, probably is to help him get free of this supernatural joy he wasn't meant to feel, that has become a guilt and a burden. He is no psychologist, and he feels that probably the only way he can help him is to make him forget.Since he learned that music and poetry have a degree of power in this chancel he tries to counter the song with a poem he vaguely remembers, a poem by a sad artist.Forgetfulness is like a song That, freed from beat and measure, wanders. Forgetfulness is like a bird whose wings are reconciled, Outspread and motionless, -- A bird that coasts the wind unwearyingly. Forgetfulness is rain at night, Or an old house in a forest, -- or a child. Forgetfulness is white, -- white as a blasted tree, And it may stun the sybil into prophecy, Or bury the Gods. I can remember much forgetfulness.*He goes to the weeping Parcival, and looks straight in his eyes, trying to find in them the image of the being of beauty. If he manages to find it, he tries to lock it away, looking at it the least possible, shutting it so closed that Parcival's mind won't reach it anymore. He hopes this way the knight will be able to mourn the loss of his fellows, and maybe feel a bit guilty because he survived where they died, but won't feel anymore that cursed and senseless joy thinking about their death. He faces then the newer Parcival to see how he reacts.* Forgetfulness, by Hart Crane</blockquote>

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