Extract from the Memoirs of Julien Carlstadt, Ch. X
On the tenth day of Borës, the twelfth month of the year four hundred and ninety-four87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgYbdj6ofHj
I regret many things. I regret how I lived. I regret how I cared. I regret how I listened. But not once have I ever regretted the decision of staying then and stepping onto a path that I was doomed to visit from the beginning, albeit, embarking from another station. When I look down on the track that I have traversed, gilded rails lay before my eyes. Golden and shining. It seemed like what we thought was peace. There are nicks and burns, cuts and scratches. Sacrifices which were incomparable to what we had achieved. But every morning, I could wake and ignore the eternal flames burning above our sea of blood and everything else that everyone had sacrificed. My vision had been blurred. To reach this podium on the summit of this world, I once believed that I could go no further even if I desired peace. But he had known it. He had seen it. He had dreamt it for six years. How peace can be achieved with total war. Something that was much more than what my naive mind could conceive.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlqSu7VvUie
As soldiers, we have the means and a duty to fulfill our peoples’ desires. Those we fight for. Eventually, there will be peace, no matter how much longer we battle. And like this day, we will be forever reminded by the constant rewards that awaits us at each checkpoint. But for him, even the golds and silvers, paintings and swathes of land, nothing satisfies him. The seat that I raise my head towards, he stands even taller than. Everything is his’, but only he does not see it that way. No longer do I find a face that is ever satisfied by anything. Even with the peace, splendor, and fame that he had earned himself, it is never enough.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzFwMr8lgAU
Now I understand what Arminius Reichner is. From that night when I had become his comrade, I had become something else to him. A prospect. Like the soldiers he has now under his iron-fist, the future has been strung as his puppet.87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYb94RmWB9q
— Julien Carlstadt87Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡX59Nh4yiM8
