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Calliope - Session 60

Song
Forgive Me Not
[Written back in Pamplaxia the evening after Bormorygmos’ death.]

(Tune: a lamentful, yet hopeful, Siren mourning song)

Forgive me not, the words I said,
The blows that came to be.1
I know your heart would not be led,
By someone such as me.2

Yet for all our trouble, tried and true
For all the ire and pain,
I promise I’ll remember you,3
Until we meet again.

And at that time, a brighter day,
When both our hearts are still:
I hope my guilt might cease to weigh,4
And both us have the will

To forgive each other then.5

Footnotes

Borborygmos is dead. Braz… I don’t think he wanted it to happen. As hard and as well as he fought, and as much conviction as he showed in his final moments with his uncle...


I tried to help, but I was useless. My spells just didn’t work. I was so close to death, hanging on by just a thread of magic...


I sang for him, as Braz spent the little time he could to say goodbye. I gave him coins too, though perhaps that is an old-fashioned funeral-rite now. I don’t think… I don’t think everyone understood Braz’s need to mourn. We all saw Borborygmos at his worst: an enraged zealot. But there was more to the man, I am sure of it.


It feels such a taboo to even think about it but I wonder what I would have done to save my flock? Perhaps not what Urma has done. Or Borborygmos. But then, I have the ‘benefit’ of living through the Titan’s rull, so I know where the folly of following them leaves us mere mortals. But I understand her choice. And I suspect, as much as none of us would admit it, that each one of us might hold that sort of weakness. For our families, villages, partners… 

No, not weakness… love.


Braz gave up his name. He is no longer a Vaca. A name is a funny thing: it is nothing, and everything, all at once. I don’t know that Braz can trick Fate in such a way but… it was brave of him to give up his legacy, his connection to his family and village, to try.