Fail in Translation

JP with Hunter and Gonyaul:

Hunter glanced at Gonyaul as he wiped his face. He could see the emotions Gonyaul was expressing and was taken back that he would care so much about him. It reminded him or Voah as he could see emotions expressed but he didn't feel them like others did. Perhaps there was more to emotions than he thought he understood. Then he spoke up, "Interesting that say that, but right and wrong is simply based on perspective. I found all people believe their beliefs are right, whether they are accepted by others or treated with animosity. In the end its all hearsay to me."

Gonyaul and Hunter were once again weaving through a sea of packed in people. Some where enjoying the gathering of shops and socializing, while a majority were there to let their depravity have free reign. Gonyaul thought his ears needed a bath after hearing some of the toxic curses being thrown around the Square. His eyes needed a break from the looks of hate, indifference and wrath people were wearing on their faces.

“You misunderstand.” Gonyaul patiently replied. Though inwardly he wished he knew how to speak better.

“You creative person. Yes?” It was a rhetorical question. Of course Hunter was creative. He could kill you in all manner of interesting and innovative ways.

“Yet you look for worth and meaning like you will find under a rock. Or reward for doing.” Did he say that right?

“Have you try and make it from inside, not get from outside things. Have you try?”

They got stopped again by guards at the end of that street. Gonyaul turned to Hunter with a gesture that he did not know any other ways out of the Square.

Hunter thought for a moment and walked over to some crates to sit for a bit. He figured they could wait a bit longer till the crowd dies down in this area before moving on. He then replied to Gonyaul, "That may be easy for one born with choices in life, however I am still learning about being free. Since I only have basic needs, I lack ambition like others. So it is a moot point to go soul searching when I don't even know if I have a soul. If you think about how many horrible deeds I have done, it is rather hard to believe I am even worthy of a soul. "

Gonyaul also took a seat and listened. He nodded in affirmation to Hunter’s explanation and excuses. He smiled softly.

On a side note, a group of drunken men further away was joking on their scene together because they thought Hunter was a bloke breaking up with a young lady, Gonyaul, because of the drying tear filled face the rabbit was presently sporting.

Gonyaul replied, “you are like blue sky. Sometimes sky is clear and sometimes filled with clouds. Few or many. At time, you cannot see sky at all because it be covered by all dark clouds. But sky is not gone! And cloud will come and go and sky will remain.”

He thought he did an adequate job explaining how Hunter’s upbringing, trauma, mistakes, etc. were not his identity. These were temporary things that would come and go with the passage of time. It was becoming apparent that Hunter did not know who he was or what he wanted; Gonyaul was sure he would figure it out so there was no judgement being passed.

Hunter continued to remain calm as he monitored his surroundings including the drunkards. He gave them no concern for now since they kept their distance. He was not concerned with public opinion since it was just one opinion. He doubt they would be so brave if he opened up their stomachs with a blade or two. Then he thought about what Gonyaul said to him about dark clouds over his head. It reminded him of Isabella, (his dead beloved) as he recalled her saying something similar.

Hunter replied, "Someone from my past said that once to me. She told me I was no fun with all the dark clouds above me. Then he would make me go with her on her crazy adventures." Hunter cracked a smile of sorrow as he spoke Isabella. Lately he was having trouble remembering her face and he voice. It been almost three years now that she died and his life was turned upside down while on the run. Then he spoke up again, "I believe the dark clouds refer to me being dark and broody since she Mr. Grumpy."

Gonyaul smiled empathetically with him as Hunter remembered and shared something of meaning from his past. Gonyaul was grateful to learn of this real memory, and real person, to carry it forward.

Gonyaul shooks his head a little and replied, “You normal all do it. Just mature like caterpillar to butterfly in this like all things.”

He paused to think and continued. “You limit self with bad thoughts. You put them there or other put them there no matter. They there and keep you looking at dark clouds only.”

Gonyaul started to use sign language while he was still speaking to help him get his idea across.

“Bad be put in. Bad can thus also be taken out. Like you knife? You stab self with knife, bad thing in. You leave knife in body to heal? No. You must take knife out first and then healing begin.”

Gonyaul nodded to this. If trauma and mistakes installed limiting belief systems that led to neurotic behaviors and actions, then anything that was installed can be uninstalled.

“You take knives out of self and put back in self what you want.”

Suddenly a loud THUNK sound echoed and was quickly followed by the cheers of the crowd. Hunter didn't even flinch as he knew it was the sound of someone being hung. Death was a normal thing for him to be around as he sipped water from his water skin to clear his throat. He continued to make sure no one was a threat to them before he spoke again, "Not sure where you going with that but I am not one to hurt myself for any reason. However I have killed a few nobles, merchants and clergy who were into that sort of thing. it was easy to kill them when they were distracted." Then Hunter noticed the crowd dispersing as he spoke up, "Looks like we can go now."

Gonyaul flinched at the unfamiliar sound. It was sickening, both the jubilant roar of the crowd and the sound of necks snapping.

Gonyaul realized he completely failed in explaining what he meant to Hunter. The man took it literally and seemed to not grasp the concept. He blamed himself for not being eloquent enough to convey the message in common tongue.

Regardless, he was grateful that their side talk had allowed him to miss seeing and being near the main event at the public execution. He rose seeing the crowds easing up and the guards permitting access to other areas.

“Ready”

Gonyaul took advantage of this time to make an exit from the Suncross Square.