Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Jan 2, 2009 0:37:33 GMT -5
The excitement of all was far too much for a full comprehensive De-Briefing, much to the chagrin of the Headmaster of the Xavier Institute. However he himself was delighted to be home and felt the excitement welling within him as well.
The talk was quick, attention spans were short and they all were on the same page when it came to wanting to get back to their real lives. The main crux of the talk was to remain as silent on the details of events as they could. Warriors didn't talk about war except with each other, so those that didn't go would not know what happened....they could never know really, no matter how much was told. What could words tell of what they had seen anyway, they were part of a club, like a sorority or fraternity whose membership was select and few.
They had been through the gates of hell and returned to live on. There was no need to tell the tale, for those that were told would never grasp it fully. Oh, some would pry the words from them, and in sharing what they had seen these children would learn an even harsher lesson, the lesson that any war teaches it's survivors....'You may have escaped me but you will never be apart from me, I will always burn inside of you.'
Turning them lose he smiled, his words had not been harsh, just truth. Sometimes however the truth is the hardest thing to tell, and some would believe and some would not, but they would come to understand in time they were separated from the rest. "Pizza party upstairs, there's plenty of food coming so don't shove." and with those words Scott turned them loose.
The talk was quick, attention spans were short and they all were on the same page when it came to wanting to get back to their real lives. The main crux of the talk was to remain as silent on the details of events as they could. Warriors didn't talk about war except with each other, so those that didn't go would not know what happened....they could never know really, no matter how much was told. What could words tell of what they had seen anyway, they were part of a club, like a sorority or fraternity whose membership was select and few.
They had been through the gates of hell and returned to live on. There was no need to tell the tale, for those that were told would never grasp it fully. Oh, some would pry the words from them, and in sharing what they had seen these children would learn an even harsher lesson, the lesson that any war teaches it's survivors....'You may have escaped me but you will never be apart from me, I will always burn inside of you.'
Turning them lose he smiled, his words had not been harsh, just truth. Sometimes however the truth is the hardest thing to tell, and some would believe and some would not, but they would come to understand in time they were separated from the rest. "Pizza party upstairs, there's plenty of food coming so don't shove." and with those words Scott turned them loose.
