It had been a night or two since Alphonse had left Garnet Town with the Tomorrow Legion's pecular exploratory unit. His dreams had been troubled of late; the battle with a great demon had pushed the limits of his sanity. Alone in his tent at night, Sir Elric's mind wandered during his meditations.
How can I retain my purpose when there seems no clear way ahead?
The party he accompanied was often no better than the enemies they fought. Remembering his Crusader vows, Alphonse gave a slight shudder at the thought of his comrades-in-arms killing prisoners, looting bodies, and haggling for every wasteland credit they could. He understood why they did it; mercenaries and the common folk often cling to material possessions in the wasteland, to fill the empty voids left by a life of killing. Still, his master's words echoed in his ears.
You need no possessions, young one. Your wits and your fists will accomplish any goals you deem worthy.
Alphonse truly believed that, it was why he had chosen to take an extra set of vows along with the usual Cyber-Knight code of honor. He wished to be above any corruption, and strived at every turn to uphold his vows. He contemplated this.
The wits and the fist.
He had been using his psi-staff far too often lately; in his zeal to accomplish his goals and prove himself to his fellow Legion teammates he often allowed his full power to manifest itself in his martial feats. Master Jian had always taught him that the fist was as powerful as the psi-sword, sometimes even more powerful. Even Alphonse found he could throw punches more quickly than staff strikes, yet the allure of the glowing shaft of psychic energy was often something he craved when the field turned to one of battle.
Stay the path, young Knight.
Alphonse resolved himself to trust his natural instincts more often, and to hold to the tenets of the Fellowship more closely. He had found few enemies worthy of the psi-staff; from hereforth he decided he would not use the staff unless absolutely necessary. As he found himself letting go of his pride and anger, he also found himself caring less and less about the monetary gains they had made during this mission.
Perhaps tomorrow I shall make a donation...
How can I retain my purpose when there seems no clear way ahead?
The party he accompanied was often no better than the enemies they fought. Remembering his Crusader vows, Alphonse gave a slight shudder at the thought of his comrades-in-arms killing prisoners, looting bodies, and haggling for every wasteland credit they could. He understood why they did it; mercenaries and the common folk often cling to material possessions in the wasteland, to fill the empty voids left by a life of killing. Still, his master's words echoed in his ears.
You need no possessions, young one. Your wits and your fists will accomplish any goals you deem worthy.
Alphonse truly believed that, it was why he had chosen to take an extra set of vows along with the usual Cyber-Knight code of honor. He wished to be above any corruption, and strived at every turn to uphold his vows. He contemplated this.
The wits and the fist.
He had been using his psi-staff far too often lately; in his zeal to accomplish his goals and prove himself to his fellow Legion teammates he often allowed his full power to manifest itself in his martial feats. Master Jian had always taught him that the fist was as powerful as the psi-sword, sometimes even more powerful. Even Alphonse found he could throw punches more quickly than staff strikes, yet the allure of the glowing shaft of psychic energy was often something he craved when the field turned to one of battle.
Stay the path, young Knight.
Alphonse resolved himself to trust his natural instincts more often, and to hold to the tenets of the Fellowship more closely. He had found few enemies worthy of the psi-staff; from hereforth he decided he would not use the staff unless absolutely necessary. As he found himself letting go of his pride and anger, he also found himself caring less and less about the monetary gains they had made during this mission.
Perhaps tomorrow I shall make a donation...