Salerion

Good addition to the dictionary: to be Nick named... 😉 Thank you, @kbois. I really enjoyed this story!

It would be fascinating to learn whether the other villagers have had a similar experience to Callum's story so far and even more so, where there might have been differences? I imagine the village might be where we readers can learn some interesting things! For instance: Had any villager ever heard of (or her- or himself had) any doubts regarding the official anberan 'truth' before being told by a pactrid? Has anyone else tried to go back and tell people? If so, were the reactions similar or different to Callum's attempt? What does it mean that some pactrids do not think anberans should live on their land? Much unease as we saw with Ettor? Or more pronounced dissent? Or even something that risks leading to some sort of split in pactrid society? And has anyone more information on pactrid society? How is it organized? Etc. What about those special skills that pactrids and humans seem to possess? Are there other such abilities we have not yet heard of? Has any other human experienced the way Rym shared information (memories?) with Callum? Living alongside the pactrids now, has any villager made an effort to learn their language? It struck me as odd when Delores told Callum that his language skills would be useful because visiting pactrids have limited understanding of Anberan. I mean, why would you expect the people who recognize you as friendly or at least non-hostile and graciously permit you to live on their land instead of killing you to then also learn your language instead of repaying their kindness be learning theirs? Very much looking forward to the next chapter! 🙂

“Scoutmaster Rymolnd Tepin was your escort?” Well, that explains the respect Rym seemed to command. It seems that not only Callum is a rare human, but Rym just might be a rare Pactrid. 🙂

This is an interesting situation. I would have thought that if the humans were ruled by some totalitarian power with something like a thought-crime concept, no one would have asked Callum questions like “How did you escape?” or “So you tricked them?” Because it feels like the colonel really is confused about the situation and wants to know what happened. Someone thoroughly brainwashed by propaganda would have outright rejeced the idea that a supposedly vile enemy race like the pactrids could ever have let anyone go just like that. And I can imagine that even as far down in the conversation as the “So you tricked them?” question, no one would have started to suggest reeducation if he had answered with a story of subterfuge and valiant escape. On the other hand, they do have such a thing as reeducation. Which means they have had to deal with dissent before and apparently decided to go with an authoritarian approach. Also very interesting was the “Even if that were the case, we still need that lumber. We wouldn’t survive without it.” remark. Because we still have no idea what exactly the humans are using all the wood for!? Now, is the need for wood a story to conceal some genocidal hatred of pactrids? Is this hatred towards pactrids and the story of their unprovoked attack a smokescreen to legitimise all the land grab and resource gathering? The most depressing or tragic situation I can envisage would be if no one really needs the wood anymore and no one remembers how the fight against the pactrids actually started, but everyone keeps doing the things they have always done and everyone is reassuring themselves and others that what they are doing is right, resulting in the shared rationalisation of enmity and need for resources.

Personally, I think it is not so much his imagination but rather his conscience that gets to him now. He knows what an interrogation can be like. What torture is like. What inquisitors do to prisoners. He witnessed it. In a way, he took part in torturing that pactrid even though he was "only" the interpreter. Callum used to believe that the pactrids are trying to conquer his homeland. Nonetheless, he seems to have had qualms about torturing an enemy soldier. To me that means he really is stuck between a rock and a hard place right now: Either the pactrids really are the savage enemy as he was brought up to believe. Then it is probable that he will be tortured. Or the pactrids treat him better than he knows his side treats them. That will be further indication that he was fed propaganda. Suffer at the hands of a monster or realize that you are one of the monsters.

That is the conundrum: In the end, there is no certainty, no truth to be even glimpsed from afar. There is only trust, a leap of faith. Or, in more scientific language: If you are forced by observation or experiment to disregard your current set of a priori assumptions then *everything* you based on those assumptions must be re-examined and re-evaluated. It does not even matter if you like or dread the idea that you were wrong before - you end up rocked to your core for some time either way.

The first chapter began with some Starship Troopers vibes to it what with war being desparate, conscription, etc. But the story also has sort of an Enemy Mine touch to it. Since I loved both (Heinlein's book and Longyear's novella - the movie adaptions are a different matter!), this is good! Looking forward to watching this story unfold.

I suppose we will have to agree to disagree on our views of Lewis, since, just as I thought "ideological" was not a good characterisation of Lewis, I now feel that "forerunner of modern Christian Fundamentalism" is quite off the mark. 🤷‍♂️

I never read anything Lewis wrote as anything other than personal belief. I think it is clear that he was not shy of telling the whole world how and why Christianity made sense to him or what he thought that would mean for the everyday life of a Christian. However, I would contest the idea that he himself was an ideologue in the sense of him trying to force his beliefs on others in any way. My impression is rather that personal, individual choice and the idea that, in the end, it is not for us to judge each other, mattered to him way too much. When he ponders ideas and concepts in his writing, I get the sense of a person being earnestly interested in thinking through the consequences of his assumptions, but at the same time happy and ready to discuss his assumptions. I do not think he was dogmatic in the sense of someone who no longer questions his assumptions. On the contrary, questioning his assumptions all through his life is how Lewis can best be characterized, in my opinion. Now, more fundamentalist Christians quoting him is quite a different matter! I for one think they rather abuse him in doing so. PS: If you have never read it, I suggest giving "Till We Have Faces" a try. Not only is it a very well written book, but an amazing exploration of the human condition and, in my opinion, mirrors his own battles with the limitations of reason. PPS: Lewis' letters to his lifelong friend, Arthur Greeves, who was homosexual, suggest a man who was very much accepting of others.

Thank you, @Cane23! It may have taken Mark a long time to realize he was living a farce, but he took charge of his life again. Stay tuned!

Thank you, @Tris!

Still driving, still crying and sobbing pitiably - no doubt sounding like a wounded animal if anyone were close enough to hear it - I mentally follow the rest of the path that leads me to this particular bit of road: When, eventually, both of them strolled into the living room, they were surprised to see me but shockingly non-apologetic about the whole thing. Both of them - still naked, covered in sweat and reeking of sex - told me in so many words that nothing had to change. Everything cou

Maybe that is what I was afraid of when I replied to @Talo Segura. 😬

Sometimes, the most obvious things any stranger could identify after observing your life for 5 minutes are exactly what you yourself are unable to recognize or wrap your head around. 🤷‍♂️

Thank you, @Talo Segura. It is but a short story. I am a bit anxious people will be disappointed by that, but it makes sense to me the way I wrote it. As I mentioned in a previous comment, I am considering writing a follow-up.

The more you trust someone, the deeper the betrayal cuts into you. On the other hand, never allowing yourself to trust another being is far worse a fate than being betrayed.

I met Dave on a hiking trip. We had a number of common interests including the fondness for just being out of doors. Taking long walks in a national park, hiking through a forest or up a mountain. Stuff like that. There was no sexual tension whatsoever between Dave and I, yet there certainly was a sort of chemistry. Dave was easy to talk to, a good listener and as we got to know each other better I no longer regarded him as a hiking buddy, but a friend and confidant. Like myself, Dave

Thank you, @drsawzall. That is quite the compliment! Since this is something I have experienced myself, I had quite some time to work on how I would describe such a development in a relationship.

In a way, so am I, @VBlew. I had intended this as a short story deliberately leaving things hanging at a certain point. Given the reactions so far, I am considering either continuing despite my original plans or working on a follow-up.

Thank you, @Tonyr! I'm from Germany, currently living in Munich, Bavaria to be specific. 🙂

Thank you, @Cane23. The story is in no way meant to be autobiographical, but I have experienced some elements of it. Sometimes, especially if it happens gradually, it takes a long time to realize that what you cling to is memories and that you cling to them out of habit.

„All passengers on flight AC 841 to Toronto ..." Here I am, standing in front of the check-in desk, ticket in hand, waiting to board the flight. Toronto is, emphatically, not my final destination, though. It was just the first available flight out of here. A mere step on my way to put a lot of miles between myself and what used to be our home. So, I took it. Too many memories there. Not all bad, of course, but sometimes you try to escape each and every memory, not just the bad ones. Go

When a dramatic event hits, how do you react? Do you stay composed? Or will your instincts dictate that you flight, fight or freeze?

Very nice! Appreciated the AbFab quote. 😉 Can't wait to learn what more you have in store for Adam and Kai!

Absolutely loved this. The intimacy, feeling guilty about forgetting all about her hmrpf-y ladyship, Arya, and of course the trip down memory lane and the big reveal! 🥰