Nosos questions Part 2
The characters, after their usual shenanigans, has settled in their regular seats. Nosos looked more glum than usual. It looked like he had been crying nonstop since their last session. The Old Man was consoling him, as only a close friend could. Tinnese and the Crow were mocking him. Symphony kept sneaking uneasy looks in his direction, while Danny ignored him and everyone else in the room; with the look that gave the impression that he no longer cared about anyone or anything.
The Narrator clicked the mike, “Nosos, pull it together. Be a man.”
As these words echoed around the room, the Old Man jumped to his feet and screamed, “How dare you. Do you not have any sympathy? Do you not have mercy for a man in the grips of depression?”
“Not if his grief is the byproduct of the choices he has made. Why should I feel sympathy towards him? Why should I how him mercy, when he is reaping what he has sown?”
“Because that is the right thing to do. You tell him to pull his shit together; you tell him to be a man. Real men grieve; real men feel; real me acknowledge and embrace these emotions.”
“Are you done?” the Narrator asked coldly.
Shaking his head sadly, the Old Man sat down. “Yeah, I’m done.”
“Well, I’m not.” Symphony said, standing up. “Whereas, I don’t agree with the Old Man’s usage of the word, ‘Man’, as it were to invoke privilege, or an overly expressed responsibility of one gender over another. I do agree with what he’s saying. It is natural; it is healthy to grieve. It is important for everyone, no matter their gender, race, or what world they were born on, to embrace their emotions. Just as it is equally as healthy to acknowledge and forgive others for their faults- for the bad choices they have made.” Finishing, Symphony looked once more at Nosos, and sat back down in her seat.
Her words hung in the air. After a moment’s time, the Narrator replied, “Well put, Symphony-and you are right. Now, it’s about time that we move forward with this session. If I remember correctly, Nosos, your second question was, would you be able to save Tinnese from the choices he makes?”
Sniffling, Nosos nodded, ‘yes’ in reply.
“If you have learned anything from your quest so far it is no matter how hard you try, you can’t save everybody. Especially if they don’t want to be saved. I know you see Tinnese as your responsibility; I know that you warned him not to pursue the path of revenge. He knows your story; he knows the outcome of revenge-and still he chose it. This choice is his; and there is nothing you can do about it.”
In a weak, deadpan voice, Nosos spoke up for the first time, since the session began. I’m not giving up on him; I will save him from himself.”
There was a pause as the Narrator mulled over Nosos’s words. “Well then, I wish you the best of luck with that.”
“Thanks.” Nosos replied.
The Narrator glanced at the Betty Boop clock on his wall, and saw the hour was up a half an hour ago. Clicking the mike, he said, “Wow, time flies when emotions are on the rise. I’ll see you all here same time, same place, next week.”
