Snippet #1520368

Sleza sat on Junepei's shoulder as the group marched along. Her mind was still somewhere else, back with all of the fallen Val. She wanted to know why her mind was so unfazed by the death, why she was so unfazed by war and fighting. She had noticed that the shoulder she was sitting on didn't feel quite the same. It was low, slouched down. Almost as though it's master had lost the excitement he once felt. She considered asking him what had happened, because she wanted to make him feel better. She wanted to make him go back to the way he was before, but what could she do? She couldn't even sympathize, because she didn't feel the same way. She hugged her knees and let out a small sigh. The air here was putrid. Back at the camp they had burned incense, which were supposed to cover up the smell, but they had only made the death smell a little sweeter. Out here, the smell was uncovered, which was almost better from Sleza's point of view. She would rather face the death then try to cover it up. It once again brought her back to the death and why she was left uncaring...

Suddenly, she was faced with something else to look at. The trees had bodies pinned to them, bodies with crazed expression, corpses trying to comfort each other. They were different this time though, because they were Punyimpas. She looked down as if she was going to cry, but once again, nothing came. She looked up; taking in the view. Her own people were dead, why didn't she care? With an angered expression she flew off of Junepei's shoulder and up to one of the bodies pinned to the trees.

"Dammit!" She screamed to herself. It was bothering her now. She wanted to cry, like Anya. She wanted to feel sad like Junepei. Why couldn't she? "Why don't I care! For all I know, you could be my father or something! Why don't I care that you're all dead?!" She flew around in a huff, examining some of the bodies in hopes of making herself upset, but nothing happened. She eventually landed on the ground beside a corpse of a Punyimpa that seemed to have once been a young boy. She looked down at the him and sighed.

"Why don't I care when I want to?"