Men of L33t Omake - (Extra) - The More Found Out...
Author's notes: I've songficced this song before, and I usually TRY to avoid that >.< However, since the previous songfic was for the MT:tC RPs (and a relatively little sidestory involving Izuko and whatnot), I figure hardly anyone will remember it anyway. So bah.
"Shades of Grey", by Billy Joel.
Some things were perfectly clear, seen with the vision of youth
No doubts and nothing to fear, I claimed the corner on truth
These days it's harder to say I know what I'm fighting for
My faith is falling away
I'm not that sure anymore
Honor. Duty. Duty above self, duty above all -
Draegos did not much like his duty at the moment.
For one, the Hospital was supposed to be a place of healing, a place of rest. And for him, it was nearly his sanctuary - that was where he felt wanted, felt welcomed. He could sit by the fire and just listen to Meagen talk about whatever happened that day, or what the nurses did or said.
He had fought in such a place.
The exile, Piro - he was an outlaw, he was a danger to the people -
And Largo. He had looked to Largo as an example, when he himself was moving up through the ranks of the Sonodan Guard. Now Largo too, was considered an outlaw, a traitor to the guard ranks everywhere.
Duty above all...
But were there duties that were more important than others?
Shades of grey wherever I go
The more I find out the less that I know
Black and white is how it should be
But shades of grey are the colors I see
The Church wasn't answering any of his questions, either - in fact, they only seemed to hint at more.
His job was to preserve order - he was sworn to defence, to protection. The Sonodan Guards were also to protect their namesake charges - and Draegos wanted to protect those important to him. Those trusted to him, and those he trusted.
He sought knowledge, power, technique - he had wanted to understand, to be a better man -
But his job was to follow orders.
Did that make him a good man?
He didn't know anymore.. it was no longer clear.
Once there were trenches and walls and one point of every view
Fight 'til the other man falls
Kill him before he kills you
These days the edges are blurred, I'm old and tired of war
I hear the other man's words
I'm not that sure anymore
Vor and Kimiko jumped and turned. They were sitting on a couch by the fireplace. "Sir Draegos!"
"How could you" he pointed a trembling finger. "Get involved when you knew what it would do to her? How could you?! I knew you weren't much but I was willing to believe you could be something!"
Vor's face hardened. "Something? How dare you?! I've given her everything! My life, my heart, my honor-"
"Honor? You're helping a murderer-"
"HE IS NOT!" Kimiko cried passionately as Draegos raged on.
"And you say you give honor? You have nothing but lies to give her! You are worth nothing!"
Vor lurched forward. "Any man who deserts his friends is worth no-"
BAM! A hole smoked barely in front of Vor's boot. He looked up at Draegos, his eyes smoldering like the bullet at his feet.
"You're under arrest for conspiracy, insubordination-"
Draegos watched Vorlon and Kimiko through the other side of their bars. She was making sure he was alright - he was still unconscious, and she occasionally would give Draegos a "How could you do such a thing??" Look.
Vorlon's words echoed in his mind, though, and so he paid Kimiko's Looks little attention.
"Any man who deserts his friends is worth nothing." Isn't that what Vorlon would have said, then?
Draegos thought himself a man of honor. The kind that wouldn't leave anyone behind.
Did that mean.. Vorlon, a man unconscious, and held under criminal arrest, was more honorable than him?
Shades of grey are all that I find
When I come to the enemy line
Black and white was so easy for me
But shades of grey are the colors I see...