There was a bunch of books in a room, someone gathers all of them there. With a match, Varsas Gungnir starts a conflagration.
"I never like them."
Propaganda being passed around, from this place and that, it causes everything to become worse since everyone just tries to piss everyone off, kicking the men into a frenzy, the war become worse. An in the end, Varsas-reon becomes worse.
Normally, a free flow of information is good, but after thinking about it, Varsas didn't like it.
"If the future is not in place anymore, what happens if I change some of it? Choke the poisonous idea in its cradle before it was even born? For a man of the future, isn't everything already set in stone?"
Imagine burning books before it was even published, strangling it in the cradle because you don't like it. Imagine being able to do anything, that is the power a man of the future has.
From the start, he didn't want to do any of that. However, the fact of life could not let that happen. Some wayward friend from another life came back and make good attempt on his life. And then the trauma does not stop, his mother falls into a coma, and then something is happening with his heart.
Imagine distancing everyone you don't like from your life because you hate them in some way. That was what he was doing for a time. Despite the inner reasoning and the lies he told himself, from the start ever since he come back, Varsas didn't approach any of his old friends
But the real reason is that perhaps they were not friends at all.
Really, in some way, Varsas Gungnir wishes he wasn't involved with any of their hot mess, so hot that it burns people hand off.
Mostly he doesn't mean it. However some part inside always says that he is a liar, when the going get hard, perhaps it is time to be honest to one's self.
Be honest to the man who didn't even have a single friend next to him when he died. Acting is good, but being honest with one self is hard. People likes the surface but how many like what is beneath?
When something dangerous approaches, perhaps it is time for something real to emerge.
Emerge and squash out all threats and resistances.
"Varsas. Mrs Gungnir just wake up."
Lufa walks into the room where Varsas Gungnir is standing in the shadow.
"Oh. Really? I will be there in a moment."
He waves Lufa out of the room.
Imagine not trusting anything. Imagine hiding a weapon on your person even next to someone you know. Imagine being so tense that it was like you could go off at any moment. Imagine never dropping any of that tenseness even as you go to meet your own sick mother on her bed.
In his mother's bedroom, his father was sitting next to his mother.
Margaret Gungnir's face was filled with life, easing the worries from the mind of Varsas and his father. It really was just some small trauma. He saw someone being hit harder before, and in the end they didn't die. But it was his own blood and flesh mother, of course he is worried.
His mother reaches out and touch his face, he allows her to, not seeing any changes in her visage. Though she is probably going to need a bath.
The smell and random sounds never go away, you just learn to ignore it. That is what having enhanced senses is like.
"Varsas. I was so worry." She says with relief in her voice. "The last thing I saw was your back, and that dangerous person. Just what happened?"
"I drove him away."
By puncturing a hole through his torso, though he didn't mean it, but it did feel satisfying in someway.
This is a new era of honesty and being real without hiding anything.
His pacifistic father also acts surprise at that moment, he knows Varsas was there at the scene, but he didn't know just what is the source of disturbance.
"Wait! You fought him? Don't do that next time. It's dangerous, he was the source of the explosion."
Varsas waits until he finishes before answering.
"How could I not do something when he was threatening my home and my family? And sorry dad, I was the one that did that, the explosion."
It was a new age of honesty. Like Varsas once said "I have had enough."
Margaret and Marrik Gungnir both look like they don't understand. Varsas pointed at an innocent object in the room.
"I am powerful. If I throw this with all my might, it may as well end up on the other side of the world. At the same time, I could also cause an explosion that could be seen all the way in Mahaima. I have many options. I was the winner in that exchange."
With that out of the way, he waits for the response while looking around to see if there is any sign of danger,
"Oh Varsas."
His mother suddenly hugs him tighter,
"I don't know what happened to you, but you must have been hurting all this time."
"Not really. It's like sudden trauma, painful at first but after that everything is dull now."
It is the new age of honesty.
Margaret slaps him slightly to his surprise and glares at him with a serious look. It was not a look he gets to see often, an angry mother, his own mother angry that is. He has seen many angry mothers before. He has also seen mothers crying for their sons and daughters who are not coming home. He is just not used to seeing his own mother's anger
"What did I say about not becoming a heartless man."
She holds up a finger like she was still teaching him. 'Sorry mom, but I am not a young boy afraid of his mother anymore'
"I'm sorry mom. But now you should rest."
Finally he stands up.
"From today I'm going to rebuild the family standing armed force and root out corruption. But you don't need to worry, any and all danger should be rooted out soon. I only need a few more days."
He says that while leaving, causing Marrik to protest
"Wait. What is this about a standing armed force?"
"We are surrounded by sharks from all places dad. Not having an armed force is too unrealistic, it may be ideal in an utopia, but our world is not like that. Someone just try to attack us like that, do you really think an army is not necessary? Even now, I have a large espionage force from Mahaima just in our basement."
"What was that last part?"