stand up, stand up / joining

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[div style="margin: 0 auto; border-width:0; width: 70%; text-align: justify; line-height: 1.5; font-family: arial; font-size: 9pt;"]He could agree that loneliness had the tendency to bring about intrusive thoughts, but Perry enjoyed quiet reflection, he enjoyed how isolation brought about the ugliest of one’s conscience. It revealed the secrets one didn’t want to see. He thought it to be a lot like Johari’s window, the theory of how there was a side to a person that they had to discover for themselves, a part of themselves that was hidden away from their own eyes. No matter how harm one would try to pry the lock open, it wouldn’t be found until loneliness swept by. Then again, they all needed company. It made him think of another existentialist play, the one called Endgame by Samuel Beckett. There was a man, blind and crippled, who could have been his own company. He spoke to himself, he monologued quite a bit about dreams where he could see, and yet there were moments where it all felt real. His companion had asked him: “Why do you keep me?” The reply was that there was “no one else”. It was saddening for the coyote to hear, even more of a horror when another scene appeared, and the protagonist asked his companion how he will know that his companion has decided to leave him. The realization of the scene was that he would rather his companion died than have ran away because it was the intention that mattered, the feeling of being wanted.

Perry thought death to be a natural thing. It was always tragic to experience the death of a loved one but overtime, he knew that the wounds would be healed. When it came to war, the traveler had always done his best to avoid it. War wasn’t something one should come to expect and love. It was chaotic, unpredictable at times, destructive. The fact that the Rosebloods apparently had a reputation for being warbound, it made the canine initially hesitant to join the group. And yet here he was, standing around and talking to animals he had only just met, taken in as if he were one of their own. He didn’t know what to think when he saw the snow leopard approaching, thinking it was a rather strange habitat for the other to inhabit while also noting the fact that it didn’t matter where the other happened to live so long as he survived. But considering the sticky, humid weather, the thick fur of snow leopards made him feel sorry for the feline. That being said, he seemed to be coping well, the male’s eyes immediately dropping towards the movement of writing before being shown words on a paper. He was glad he was one of those creatures who knew how to read, seemingly glancing at the page before looking immediately up and smiling at the male. Perry was a quick reader. ”Th-Thank y-you, K-Koda,” the coyote replies, ”And y-yes please.” He wasn’t going to turn down the good offer.