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Fin Alternative du Bateau de Thésée [Version 00291]

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Message par Farlen le Lun 14 Avr - 1:43

Cette fin alternative a été transmise le 6 avril 2014 par M. Crinitus à @JillaggieARG, @Osfourcage et

Ces textes leur ayant été envoyés personnellement, je vous laisse vous rendre sur leurs sites respectifs pour découvrir les images (clique sur les liens ci-dessus).

Voici le texte de cette fin :

Czech/English Translations for EPH-9993 (00291)

not befall him. He lands roughly. When he tries to pull
himself up to standing he is unable to do so. There is a pain, a
powerful pounding pain in his leg.
Here is where Time collects, collides, all at once. A drop of
wetness falls on his head. He rubs the spot and finds a dark streak
across his palm. S. rolls himself onto his back and looks up at the
ceiling only to see himself looking down.
It is strange, S. thinks, to see himself as he truly is from an
objective point of view. Physically he is old. Too old to be running
around in the dark, and too old to live a full life with Sola.
Mentally he is scattered. He grabs for many threads that pass
lightly over his hands. He feels only the smallest sensation from
each before they are out of reach.
A thread passes through his fingers. Corbeau. S. remembers

Corbeau. Mostly he remembers how it felt to walk with her
clutching at his hand. She had taught him what belonging together
looked like, what it felt like. He remembers holding her tightly in
his arms.
Another thread. Stenfalk. A man who followed his passions
despite his age, despite his sickness. He remembered how he and
Corbeau looked standing as leaders on the dais in the city of B__.
He remembered how everyone had looked up to them for guidance.
S. is in a cave. A dark cave, and he realizes that he is pointing
a gun at two figures that stand silhouetted by moonlight. The
figures embrace each other tightly as S. steps toward them. It isn't
until he is a few steps away that he recognizes them both. Stenfalk
and Corbeau stand together.

Corbeau turns away from S. and hides her face in Stenfalk's
shoulder. S., unable to stop himself, points the gun at her and fires
several shots. They hit her in the back and she slips from Stenfalk's
grasp as she falls over the edge.
He approaches Stenfalk. The man knew exactly who he was,
something that S. couldn't seem to find. S. places his hand on
Stenfalk and gently pushes him over the edge.
Why? They trusted him. They saw his value when no one else
did. He had killed them.
Another thread. Sola. There's always the question of Sola.
What was she to him? Which of the threads, which of the choices,
actually take him to her? Every thread he touches seems to be
entwined with her in one way or another. How could he make any
choice if he did not know all of the implications?
Again, the threads appear in front of him. Instinctively, just
like so many times before, he reaches for Vévoda's thread.

It takes great effort to stop himself.
And his greatest revelation is personal: he doesn't care about
Vévoda anymore. As long as the man lives, others will resist what
he brings to the world. When Vévoda dies, someone else will take
his place. When S. dies, someone else will take his place. Another
S. Another story.
He does not have to chase the same thread. He grabs for
Sola's thread. It tries to wriggle free, like a worm from a bird, and
S. holds on with both hands. He knows that if he lost it now he
would never find it again.
Sola is with him. She helps as S. struggles to ease himself up
against a wall. Pain shoots through his leg as he does so and he
barely manages to stifle a scream.
“I thought you were dead,” Sola says. Her voice is shaky.
“I was,” he replied.

Sola helps him from the ground and she pulls him close as he
wraps his arm around her. “Vévoda is leaving.”
“Unless you know how to get back,” S. says,” we should
follow them.”
“I think we'll find our way,” Sola says.
Where will their steps lead? (continue original translation)

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