There he was, alone once again.
The middle aged man leaned forward in his chair, cradling his head in his arms. The conversation he had just had did not bode well for him, and now once again he recalled he previous stance.
Loyalty. Duty.
What was loyalty, and what was duty? Could one contradict the other, or do both always run in tandem? Such were the questions that plagued the man's mind these days.
He had been through many changes as of late. The crowning of a new Emperor. The promotion to a rank he never even dreamed he could achieve. And the changes in government that seemed to come and go o a daily basis. So many changes in so little time. Changes for the better, or for the worse? He did not know.
But he couldn't sit by and contemplate these thoughts. No, he had seen what that would lead to. Ruins and a deep pit of despair. He was already in the hole, and sitting idle while the storm was brewing would be the equivalent of burying himself alive.
He won't sit idle and watch things fall before him. That is what the bystanders are for. No, he was a leader, not a follower. A man of action, not of indecisiveness. Damn past actions, they are irrelevant to the present. It is what a man does when faced with an impossible obstacle that truly shows his character.
The man looked out of his office window, looking towards the horizon. But all he could see was some drops fall to the pavement below.
Drops from a storm just arriving.
The middle aged man leaned forward in his chair, cradling his head in his arms. The conversation he had just had did not bode well for him, and now once again he recalled he previous stance.
Loyalty. Duty.
What was loyalty, and what was duty? Could one contradict the other, or do both always run in tandem? Such were the questions that plagued the man's mind these days.
He had been through many changes as of late. The crowning of a new Emperor. The promotion to a rank he never even dreamed he could achieve. And the changes in government that seemed to come and go o a daily basis. So many changes in so little time. Changes for the better, or for the worse? He did not know.
But he couldn't sit by and contemplate these thoughts. No, he had seen what that would lead to. Ruins and a deep pit of despair. He was already in the hole, and sitting idle while the storm was brewing would be the equivalent of burying himself alive.
He won't sit idle and watch things fall before him. That is what the bystanders are for. No, he was a leader, not a follower. A man of action, not of indecisiveness. Damn past actions, they are irrelevant to the present. It is what a man does when faced with an impossible obstacle that truly shows his character.
The man looked out of his office window, looking towards the horizon. But all he could see was some drops fall to the pavement below.
Drops from a storm just arriving.
