... Lamie was going downhill fast, though. Her condition was progressing quickly. It was tearing my parents apart that they couldn't give her the care she deserved. Even if she was their daughter... she was just... one...
[He needs to stop. Just for a moment. It's getting harder.]
They had been really strong up until then. They couldn't allow themselves to break either but you could see the cracks. They... weren't... doing great either. They weren't progressing as fast, but faster than they should have.
... so I stepped up. [He's saying nothing about the strain on himself, having more and more piled on his shoulders. Nothing about his own condition. What was happening to himself was inconsequential.] It was a little weight off their shoulders and at least I knew she would be taken care of if I did it.
I managed to slow things a little - proper care does that - but it was still for the most part palliative. Tried to keep her spirits up. Keep her hopeful.
[... she was in essence his first true long term patient.]
The city was degenerating right along with Lamie. As everything dwindled, as starvation began to set in and more and more died to what everyone knew was poisoning and not disease, people were finally starting to get restless. Angry. Rumours started to spring up that there were more soldiers beginning to encircle the country. It was fact - there was a build up.
They had to know things were getting desperate.
[Itachi's instincts are right.]
Cooler heads kept things calm for awhile. The religious leaders kept reminding everyone that violence was no answer at all... that it would bring nothing but further suffering to the nation. One of the sisters I knew very well. She always liked to say that always a merciful hand would reach out when it was most needed.
She had been trying to convince the soldiers to let at least the children evacuate for care for months over the Den Den Mushi.
I think they knew though or at least suspected what was probably going to happen anyway. The soldiers kept building up. They didn't do anything. Waiting for orders... or an excuse, I suppose. They managed to keep the people quiet... for as long as they could. Eventually, as things got worse and worse, as the strain built up, a tipping point was reached.
Lamie hit endstage. A week later, Flevance declared war.
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[He needs to stop. Just for a moment. It's getting harder.]
They had been really strong up until then. They couldn't allow themselves to break either but you could see the cracks. They... weren't... doing great either. They weren't progressing as fast, but faster than they should have.
... so I stepped up. [He's saying nothing about the strain on himself, having more and more piled on his shoulders. Nothing about his own condition. What was happening to himself was inconsequential.] It was a little weight off their shoulders and at least I knew she would be taken care of if I did it.
I managed to slow things a little - proper care does that - but it was still for the most part palliative. Tried to keep her spirits up. Keep her hopeful.
[... she was in essence his first true long term patient.]
The city was degenerating right along with Lamie. As everything dwindled, as starvation began to set in and more and more died to what everyone knew was poisoning and not disease, people were finally starting to get restless. Angry. Rumours started to spring up that there were more soldiers beginning to encircle the country. It was fact - there was a build up.
They had to know things were getting desperate.
[Itachi's instincts are right.]
Cooler heads kept things calm for awhile. The religious leaders kept reminding everyone that violence was no answer at all... that it would bring nothing but further suffering to the nation. One of the sisters I knew very well. She always liked to say that always a merciful hand would reach out when it was most needed.
She had been trying to convince the soldiers to let at least the children evacuate for care for months over the Den Den Mushi.
I think they knew though or at least suspected what was probably going to happen anyway. The soldiers kept building up. They didn't do anything. Waiting for orders... or an excuse, I suppose. They managed to keep the people quiet... for as long as they could. Eventually, as things got worse and worse, as the strain built up, a tipping point was reached.
Lamie hit endstage. A week later, Flevance declared war.