Edward nodded solemnly as Kinta reassured him that he wouldn't forget his heritage. That was very important. Reassured, Edward followed Kinta through the jungle, towards the village. Nothing could have prepared him for what remained there though. As they first laid eyes upon the destruction, Ed saw flashbacks to other, similar tales. But this, this was worse. It was a true ghost town now, and it was difficult to look upon. Everywhere Edward looked, he could see the ghosts of those who had died. Well, truth be told, he imagined them, rather than saw. They were much more faint than the ghosts of his crew, which he could see much more clearly. But... this... This was something else.
Shattered remains of the village were everywhere, huts still remained intact but destroyed, he could easily see the remnants of the once great Ransei tribe. And it threatened to overwhelm him. Edward closed his eyes, and placed a hand on his Chandelure, and muttered a prayer for the deceased. Chandelure's flames seemed to burn slightly brighter for a moment, and then faded back to their normal brightness. Edward observed Kinta, and he could see the difficulty in the child's movement. He could sense the hesitation, and understand perfectly why he might be so hesitant to come back here. But he did it anyway, and seemingly with a steeled expression that bordered on unnerving.
Kinta spoke of the Elder's house, and their way of life. Edward closed his eyes for a moment, he could sense and see it happening. He saw the spirits of the Ransei tribe going about their life, laughing, shouting... living. He fought to remain calm and collected through all of this, and began tracing some of the Hieroglyphs with his finger, wondering what each one meant. What significance did it have? What did they mean? What was the history behind each, and how much culture went into this, only for it to be obliterated in moments?
As they moved on to the next house, Edward was not prepared for what awaited them there. As Kinta spoke, Edward shivered; the emotion in Kinta's voice was almost robotic. He could sense the pain behind the boy's words, and could see it in his eyes, but, nevertheless, Kinta did not cry. There was something eerie and spooky behind all of this, and Edward shifted, uncomfortably. He could see Kinta shivering in the corner, and he could see the murder, the blood flying in slow motion, hear the screams and cries... It was all too real for something that was past.
And so they continued on, Edward continued to imagine the fate of the Ransei tribe as they continued. He was impressed at the kid's nerves, but perhaps he simply didn't know how to feel, or how to react to such a thing. As they finished, Edward pulled Kinta into a close hug, only for a second, in case the boy wasn't comfortable with such a thing. "You have suffered much, young Kinta." Edward said, and looked around. "I can feel your tribe's presence here, almost as if they have been here, watching over you." He said finally. "And I think I have a better understanding of your life and culture now. I do not have further questioning for you, unless there is anything else you wish to share."
He took one last, long look at the village. "It is okay to feel pain, to feel sadness. It is okay to show your emotions. Some might think you weak for showing them, but I believe it takes true courage to face your emotions, and let them free. It is okay to mourn for your loss, and grieve for those who have been lost. What you should not do is let it consume you to the point where you cannot function. By accepting your feelings, and understanding them, you can move on. That is a difficult thing that even adults struggle with. That even I struggle with."
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