Somewhere Out There

Pripyat Soul · 01-14-2011, 08:48 PM

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The boy reguarded the stuttering man with more reverence than he had before. Although Noah did not take back his previous words or amended them, he looked more encouragingly at Pripyat then. He could sense the loss of optimism that had come from the boy, but he also seemed to know that as youthful and bright as the prince was it was a fleeting feeling. He was still malleable, still unhardened by how own life experiences and ideas as close to his heart as heroism weren’t to be chased away so easily. Perhaps laid away, but not laid to rest. Despite this he could not muster up the same determination he had had only moments before. It would come back to him, as he wandered from Phoenix Valley, he would see bad things happen to good people and he would feel injustice. He would yearn to fix it. And maybe he would. But for now he only nodded.

“I will.” He assured Noah. He would keep the thought not in his head but in his heart and he wouldn’t let anyone tell him differently. But he did not wish to discuss it further. When Noah looked over him, analyzing the boy and his motives and finding something of himself in the lad, Pripyat smiled. To imagine Noah as a child was strange, and then turning his thought to his father it became impossible. What had Jefferson been like in his youth, had he been anything like Pripyat? If he had, would Pripyat grow up to be anything like the grizzled Phoenix Valley leader? Or maybe old Noah? Or more like his mother? Or the others that he saw daily but never considered too deeply. Did it matter? He would be himself, the best he could, and he could only hope that was enough. “I will.” The words came again, with a little more conviction this time.

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