Charles Darnay (
sans_evremonde) wrote in
ataraxion2013-09-14 04:57 am
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Video Post: Greater Love Hath No Man Than This
[Charles appears in the vid screen, looking, well, he is wearing clothing that appears better suited to him at least, but there's certainly a heaviness to him that has not been there before, for anyone who's interacted with the man before. He's holding a bit of creased paper in his hand , and starring heavily at it for a moment, as he's spent the last several days starring at it, before he glances up into the screen, his gaze quite haunted. ]
"If it had been otherwise; I never should have used the longer opportunity..."
If it had been otherwise, he says.
Forgive me, but I've had news from...home I suppose,[It's odd to think of what to call where he came from now that he knows there is no way way.] that I've not known what to do with or been ready to share with anyone until now.
My...I do not know what to call him...
[Carton was a friend though, in the end truly, if the pieces Charles has put together are correct, which they must be. His drugging and his waking here, the letter that he found, the letter Carton had ordered him to begin writing after they swapped clothing. Together they point to a obvious conclusion Charles had been too stunned at being on the ship to process last month, and that conclusion is, if nothing else, striking.]
My friend , though he would not have said such to me or allowed it to be said of him in his lifetime, has done something incredibly stupid, incredibly brave and incredibly undeserved by me and even if I were to return home, there is no way that I could ever begin to thank him for it.
Though none of you know him, of course, it must be said at least, that Sydney Carton gave his life for mine, and I have known no better, truer friend than he.
In the memory of a good man who has given me more, and deserves more than I could ever return to him, in either that world or this, I would be honored if anyone who wishes to would join me for a glass in the pub tomorrow evening.
[A drink for anyone who wants to toast to Carton. Well. At least it's something that the man may like.]
"If it had been otherwise; I never should have used the longer opportunity..."
If it had been otherwise, he says.
Forgive me, but I've had news from...home I suppose,[It's odd to think of what to call where he came from now that he knows there is no way way.] that I've not known what to do with or been ready to share with anyone until now.
My...I do not know what to call him...
[Carton was a friend though, in the end truly, if the pieces Charles has put together are correct, which they must be. His drugging and his waking here, the letter that he found, the letter Carton had ordered him to begin writing after they swapped clothing. Together they point to a obvious conclusion Charles had been too stunned at being on the ship to process last month, and that conclusion is, if nothing else, striking.]
My friend , though he would not have said such to me or allowed it to be said of him in his lifetime, has done something incredibly stupid, incredibly brave and incredibly undeserved by me and even if I were to return home, there is no way that I could ever begin to thank him for it.
Though none of you know him, of course, it must be said at least, that Sydney Carton gave his life for mine, and I have known no better, truer friend than he.
In the memory of a good man who has given me more, and deserves more than I could ever return to him, in either that world or this, I would be honored if anyone who wishes to would join me for a glass in the pub tomorrow evening.
[A drink for anyone who wants to toast to Carton. Well. At least it's something that the man may like.]

voice
I'm sorry for the loss of your friend.
Re: voice
Thank you for that. [Charles's smile in return is a bit sad, reflective, perhaps, but he DOES appreciate the offering of sympathy. He is simply...not sure what to do, entirely, with the knowledge he now HAS. It will take a bit , perhaps.]