Post by Lark on Apr 28, 2009 15:10:54 GMT -5
April of the 9th year
My brother returned recently after a couple weeks of absence. He told me about his abduction and attempted breeding and I can only think how much stronger he is than I have ever given him credit for. In his same situation years ago I was too cowardly of a person to stand up to my captor. I could be the father of multiple children I will never know of and never meet. And I can say only worse things for those who had to conceive and birth them.
Thinking about Owen tends to make me reflect upon myself. For every weakness I have he seems to have strengths in those very compartments. I find it difficult to converse easily with others not only because I am not a talkative person, but because I never have much to say. Owen can talk until spring becomes fall and never take a breath.
Yet, it is his biggest flaw that makes me the better leader and he a better follower. His tendency to joke is never a good feature in times that call for good listening and serious thought. He will never gain the respect he needs to lead others by cutting fool.
I have on more than one occasion caught or overheard my men mocking my behavior and leadership. Yet, they don't know the half of it. They believe I piddle around in dire times, but from past failures I have learned it is better to delay action and plan out a course than jump into something I will soon regret. For the sake of many lives I act hastily only when there is no other option readily available.
Many scoffed at me for not sending out an extensive search party when Owen first went missing. As my own flesh and blood, I wanted to do any and everything to see him safely returned. Yet, with no leads there was no sense in sending out some of my best men into the open when they could be needed at the camp. It is still widely known that Luthor is desperately seeking our location at this time.
While everyone slept I left camp alone to search for him. Alone I was less vulnerable. I can walk with silence and don't have to bring notice to myself trying to communicate to another person. Though every evening I set out hoping to find a lead...a sign...of any sort, I returned before dawn no better than before. Yet, I set out every night he was gone. The Rebellion probably figured I was ill or lazy when I dozed off midday sitting on a stump. Yet, they knew not even the half of it.
Note: You may post comments to this below, especially if you have any plot ideas you want to have him involved in. I will probably combine the messages here later and delete the originals just to keep things less cluttered.