A Lifes Journey

27. A Lifes Journey - Chapter 27

As I followed behind Corolio, I kept thinking back to my dream, something is wrong with everything around me.

People calling me a murderer shouldn't be something I care about, I'm usually such a patient person but my emotions take over when I hear this word... And why do I keep running into weak and incapable people. Even my dream just now revolved around this topic.

Snoopsi once said when me and Ostel were arguing about who's stronger - 'when you have a problem with a concept or an idea, try to get an outside perspective on the words you're using. Outside meaning outside of your own head... Just ask each other what you mean by this word.'

It turns out Ostel just thought strength was how much a person wants to do something, and I thought it was how physically strong they are...

Of course we couldn't really understand it to this level at the time and Snoopsi had to translate us to each other haha. Might as well try I guess.

"Hey old m- sir Corolio, may I ask you a question?"

He stopped and turned to me with his eyes open wide before opening his mouth "Why of course young man, it would appear you do understand politeness, how pleasant."

"How would you define the word 'weak'?" Isn't he just going to laugh at that? I mean weak is just weak...

"Quite an interesting question indeed, well it would seem to me that my answer depends on the context of the usage." The old man closed his eyes and for a quick, quiet moment touched his white mustache with his right hand.

"A weak person could be someone who's physically frail, a weak person could also be someone to whom an insult cuts deep into the heart.

Then again, a person who's cut deeply by an insult could have bulging muscles and a person with no physical prowess could be quite mentally resilient. My answer is that the weaker person is the one who's mental resilience is not quite up to par with the requirements of the task at hand, does that satisfy your curiosity?" I nodded in response. His answer was about the same as mine I guess, though I was surprised he answered at all.

"Why the sudden interest in my opinion on the word, pray tell."

"Just trying to figure something out.

Another question if you don't mind then, do you think I'm a weak person?"

He quietly looked at me for a few seconds before answering "I believe this question to be something you need to figure out on your own."

"Tch... What a useless response, whatever."

He just giggled slightly and continued leading me towards whatever it was that he wanted to get to.

"Then do you think I'm a murd-" I felt a small sting in my heart and decided against asking "never mind, forget it."

I was completely lost in thought as we walked through a hallway in the palace when suddenly my body hit something, I stumbled a bit and the girl I ran into fell to the ground. It was the noble girl from earlier and next to her was a VERY angry Dawn.

He was about to start shouting at me when I said "Hey Dawn I need to ask you something, can we talk?"

Before he could answer I sensed an immense pressure coming from behind them, it was suffocating, I jumped backwards and got into full alert mode, it was a do or die fight, I'm probably going to die.

From behind the flustered, angry Dawn who was now helping his mistress stand up, appeared the large frame of a strong man. It almost seemed like the walls around him turned into curved lines, his presence shrunk the room entirely and made me feel as if I was being crushed.