From:	Sascha Pabst <Sascha.Pabst@**********.UNI-OLDENBURG.DE>
Subject:	ODIN - Remembering
Date:	Sat, 22 Nov 1997 22:19:39 +0000

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A human shape, cowering on a low bed, crossleged. Head hanging low, the
long, dark hair falling in his face, mixing with his beard. He's
bare-chested, his frail body covered with scars. In front of him, an
old datareader rests on the unmade bed, flipped open. On the display is
a waterglass, filled with an amber liquid. Next to the reader, a
half-empty bottle lies on the bed, it's brown label reading "Glen
Morangie".

After several seconds, the man looks up. There are dark rings under his
eyes, but the eyes themselves show no emotion, being all black
cybereyes. He appears sapped.

Slowly he reaches for the glass, raises it in a silent salute, and
drowns it. Right after returning the glass on the datareader, he
refills it, swaying lightly. Then he sagges into his former position,
and you can hear him mutter, "no tears - there are no tears left."

Out of nowhere, a large dog - no, a wolf - appears in mid-jump, landing
on the bed next to the man. It smells the glass, then looks at the man,
and licks his face. He looks up, a sad smile around his mouth, and
strokes the wolf's head. "No, I just remember people who were near my
heart, Okami," he says.

"Ja, although I can't change it. I even would have walked the same road
again," he continues after a pause. The wolf touches the glass with his
nose, looks back at the man. "No, it really doesn't change anything,
but..." as the man hesitates, he gets a package of cigarettes out of
his trousers' pockets and lights one, "...but it eases the burden
sometimes. Takes the weight from my shoulders somehow."

He takes the glass again, sips from it, the apruptly looking up, anger
showing on his face. "'Casualities of war'?" he hisses, "You've been
talking to Fohdytoo again, haven't you?" After pausing again, he drags
on his cigarette heavily, and when he continues, smoke obscures his
expression. "Thought so. Didn't he tell you that, although there are
sacrifices that are unavoidable, you'll still can feel the pain of
loss? People who you were responsible for die. They are on _my_ soul,
and will not been forgetten as long as _I_ live. And I can't help
myself, I keep wondering if I didn't err on my way. If there'd been a
way to let them live. All those deaths..."

"Yeah, you are right." Canis smile at the wolf. Then he raises his
glass again, and says, "To you, Clinton Harbinger. Life has not treated
you fair. May Wolf be with you, wherever you are now!" With this, he
drowns the glass. "Now, it's pay back time!"

Canis throws the glass at the wall, where it shatters.
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