Vincent Takeda |
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Because any fool can murder from range, but its too cold... Too impersonal... Its like smelling the soup but never tasting it... One must feel the warm flow of fluid from the still beating heart of the enemy and the smell of his breath as it fades to know what it really means to take a life. The spirit in order to leave its host must then pass through you on its way out. You can't savor that from 30 feet away, even with magic. We are not hunters. We don't do this for food. We don't do this for sport... This is how we connect. This is a sharing of a lifetime in a moment.
You can see a bakery down the road... You might even be able to smell the bread... But you don't get to savor it until you step inside and offer up a piece of yourself for it. You don't get to feel every ounce of surprise and despair and disappointment unless you're right up there swimming with it... The seven stages of grief flashing through another's eyes from inches away... all in less than 15 seconds... If you're not there to dance with it, to swim in it, to embrace it, then its shamefully wasted. Those eyes will show you all their hopes and dreams as they say goodbye to them in those precious seconds. Thats the most important story there is... Thats a story I don't want to miss.