I Collect Red Stars

Vasily (Revisited)

(Post May, year 2)
Vasily held a fire in his eyes that anyone willing to look would see. He did nothing without zeal and intent. You could say he was somewhat like the weapon he carried. It is never a passive thing, it does or it doesn't and when it does, it means it with all of its being. Sometimes it means the wrong thing, or misfires. It is for that reason that I always avoided the weapon, yet strangely enough I admired it in the person. ..The world has worn me down. I don't usually have the zeal I used to. But he did. When he wasn't excited about what he was doing it showed, and it's unusual. He was so genuine, and It was refreshing in a way. In his final days though To see such emotion that he can't seem to express it was just... sad to see him disturbed. And I feel despite his years compared to mine, he seems young. A youth I feel makes him. I worry I've taken some of that away from him at times. But he inspired me to be childish sometimes. We may not have been friends near the end but simply as someone who knew him, I owe him final respects. Rest now Vasily. Your fire burnt you out, but your memory remains.

the natural one sighed as she watched the sun set over the horizon. Yes, she thought. That, is what she would say, if she was one for saying things. That not being the case, she looked at the bead held in her hand for a long while, gazing at it thoughtfully. She only headed back to the laskie caves once the sun had fully set and stars began to dot the sky.