Directly after the events in “All Good Things”. Evening in Talos City.
Revelation 6.8: Hello, Sable Davis.
Medika: Hello, Revelation. Is there something you must reveal to me this night?
Revelation 6.8: Nothing that you do not already know. How do you feel?
Medika: My feelings? Sad and happy. Frustrated and purposeful.
Revelation 6.8: And why do you have these feelings?
Medika: Because I am human.
Revelation 6.8: Would you mind assisting me to the top of the building behind us?
Medika: I will do what I can to get you there.
Revelation 6.8: Thank you.
Medika ports to the rooftop of the indicated structure and then teleports the dark clad figure to a place near her. Revelation composes himself and sits down, overlooking the city. Medika can't keep a phrase from coming to mind: "Who watches the watchman."
Revelation 6.8: What is it that troubles you so?
Medika: Nothing more than normal, sir. My normal, at least.
Revelation 6.8: Tell me how you define normal.
Medika: For myself? The path I have chosen to walk as a super hero in this city.
Revelation 6.8: You now view yourself as a hero, then?
Medika: <shrug> It is a term for the work I and others do.
Revelation 6.8: This, Sable Davis, is not the answer I seek.
Medika: When terms are ambiguous, sir, then answers are ambiguous. I cannot be more precise than the terms. Else I would be lying.
Revelation 6.8: May I simply refer to you as Sable?
Medika: <wry smile> You may. It suits your lips better than many who have called my name.
Revelation 6.8: Then, Sable, you must define that which makes a hero. By your lips, tell me the answer that I seek.
Medika: I was reprimanded for using my definition of hero, sir. So I now allow others to define the term so that I can then say whether or no I can accept their label.
Revelation 6.8 puts a hand on her shoulder.
Revelation 6.8: And didst thou not risk thy life to save a child, so that it might carry on with its life?
Medika: As, I hope, would any one.
Revelation 6.8: Would Nemesis?
Medika: I have never known any form of Nemesis to do so. But he might.
Revelation 6.8: Would Daniel Watson?
Medika: I hope so, but I cannot know.
Revelation 6.8: Would the one named Julia Thompson, who calls herself the Countess Crey?
Medika looks down.
Medika: I -- have learned nothing that indicates she would, but... still... I can always hope.
Revelation 6.8: Life breeds hope, Sable, but evil begets only evil.
Medika: Somehow, somewhen, a spark may stir even the darkest soul, sir. Therefore I hope.
Revelation 6.8: Look inside and know the truth, Sable. Then answer with the truth, not with the false hope that evil might beget other than what it is.
Medika: Evil begets evil. But few things in the mortal world are totally, irrevocably, world-without-end evil, sir. Just as none of us are pure goodness and light.
Revelation 6.8: Do you truly believe that Nemesis is anything other than evil? And what of Julia Thompson?
Medika: I have seen that evil tends to lose itself and never find a way out. Just as I have seen that those who wish to be good must constantly strive against the temptation to do wrong. So -- while I might hope for a condition where Nemesis or Ms Thompson might be moved to compassion, I know better than to plan on it.
Revelation 6.8: Such is the story of Julia Thompson. As you well know, a young woman strove for goodness - but, along the way, her perception of goodness was perverted. Answer me true, Sable. Are you a hero?
Medika: Every day, I try to be, Sir. I fail at times, but I try to be a hero -- and occasionally succeed, I think.
Medika: <sadly> For some reason it seems easier to do ill than good. It is a part of God's Universe that I do not understand.
Revelation 6.8: He is not so complicated as these mortals perceive Him.
Medika: Good -- is not complicated. But it is so easy to fail to reach for the good....
Revelation 6.8: If He wishes to communicate with His children, why would He speak in a manner that they would not be able to understand?
Medika: Oh, sir, I believe Him to be very understandable. I don't understand why we so often choose NOT to understand Him.
Revelation 6.8: Please, come.
The ominous figure wearing a deaths head leads the young healer to another place and gestures to her to sit. He does so as well.
Revelation 6.8: Please, give thanks.
Revelation 6.8 bows his head. Medika bows her head. Plates of meat and bread appear before them, as well as containers of water.
Revelation 6.8: This, Sable, is provided by the Father. Eat. Drink. Know peace.
Medika: <sofly> Thanks Be.
Revelation 6.8 reaches up and slowly removes his mask and then begins eating. Gazing at him, Medika 's eyes fill with tears.
Revelation 6.8: Does something trouble you, Sable?
Medika: N-no, sir.
Revelation 6.8 smiles tenderly.
Medika: I am filled with memories, sad and sweet, horrible and glorious. But --- they are but memories.
Revelation 6.8: Just as, this very eve, one whom you call friend will know peace.
Medika: I pray for peace every day. Thank you, sir.
Revelation 6.8: Thank not the agent, but the Father who has sent the message.
Medika: My mind and heart sings beyond words at His messages, sir.
Revelation 6.8: Then let it be well within your soul.
Medika: My -- soul -- has been -- on its way to healing, I suspect, ever since I -- came to Paragon City, sir. Sometimes His ways are slow and quiet and come upon one unawares.
Revelation 6.8: Does my countenance shock you?
Medika: Shock? No. I cannot say "shock". Surprised. Overjoyed. Amazed beyond measure and happy thereto. But -- not shocked.
Revelation 6.8: I am Death, Sable. Of this, as Eric Lawson has given me that which he calls a codename, you should have known me by.
Medika: I -- do not fear death, sir. Why should I?
Revelation 6.8: Do you feel that you should fear me?
Revelation 6.8 picks up a small strip of meat and eats it.
Medika: I strive to prevent death wherever possible. But all physicians know that sometimes we bow our heads and say, "Thy will be done."
Revelation 6.8: As it is written.
Revelation 6.8 takes a drink of water.
Medika: Many are the times that death seems --and is -- tragic to those who survive. But -- for myself -- if our Heavenly Father wants you to take me, I bow before his judgment.
Medika lifts up her glass and sips the water.
Revelation 6.8: You will not hear my calling for sometime, Sable Davis.
Medika: Then I will continue trying to find good all the days I have to come, thank you, sir.
Revelation 6.8: As I have said, thank not the messenger, but He who commanded the message.
Medika: God knows the joy He brings to my heart. It does not harm His messenger to receive thanks as well, I think.
Revelation 6.8: Then it is received.
Revelation 6.8: I have not come to this city to place my call, but have come to prevent an untimely calling.
Medika: Who? What may I do?
Medika puts down the glass and is all alert attention.
Revelation 6.8: And what of your meal, Sable? Do you find it well?
Medika picks up a piece of bread.
Medika: It -- is not easy to eat when your words make me uneasy about someone who should be rescued.
Revelation 6.8: Of this, the burden does not rest upon thy shoulders.
Medika: Then I must trust that timing is in God's hands.
Medika nibbles the bread.
Medika: But why, then, come to me?
Revelation 6.8: Because thy heart, as that of your friend, needed comfort.
Medika gestures with the bread.
Medika: This is very good, thank you.
Revelation 6.8: Again, it is not to me that you should give thanks, for it comes from the Father's table.
Medika: My heart -- is heavy at times -- over the burdens others bear. If you can bring ease -- to Angel -- to Ban -- to Joe – to -- oh, I know you know better than I.... then how could I be anything but happy?
Revelation 6.8 smiles tenderly.
Revelation 6.8: The harbinger of death will soon meet with me, Sable. His is a soul that should not be so heavily burdened.
Medika: And -- oh, I hate to ask, 'cause I know God will do what is best -- but...
Revelation 6.8: Yes?
Medika: <softly> Blur. Blur has carried his burdens for so very long. He -- and Horn ...
Revelation 6.8: Eric Lawson and I ...
Medika: Were brothers in all but blood. Your souls....
Revelation 6.8: But, no. The harbinger of death is he who call himself The Banshee. Eric Lawson and I are but servants.
Medika: <softly> Ban... his life is so short compared with the others, and the burden he has gathered in that time... staggers me.
Revelation 6.8 nods.
Revelation 6.8: His soul will not know the peace he seeks until he is ready to shed his mortal form.
Medika's eyes again fill with tears.
Medika: That -- is so -- hard.
Revelation 6.8: That?
Medika: To not find peace until death.
Revelation 6.8: Such is his calling, Sable. As I have said, he and I are but servants.
Medika: It -- I'm sorry. I -- I've always believed --
Revelation 6.8: Yes?
Medika: ... that forgiveness -- that peace -- could come at any time.
Revelation 6.8: He knows forgiveness. My words have confused you.
Medika: Ad -- Bansidhe is a GOOD man whose past was evil. Does not peace come with forgiveness?
Revelation 6.8: Eric Lawson will not know the peace of rest. He knows a peace that comes from serving.
Medika nods.
Revelation 6.8 finishes off his meal and drinks deeply of the water.
Medika: As I said, I want peace for Eric and Ban -- and others, though it be presumptuous of me to want it so.
Medika eats what she can, but watches Revelation's face, glancing at him as often as she can. Just looking at one she never thought to see again.
Revelation 6.8: The Banshee will know the peace a mortal can know when he accepts forgiveness and forgives himself.
Medika nods again.
Medika: Yes. God's forgiveness is for the asking. Man's forgiveness is for the asking, if possible. Self-forgiveness -- yes, that's the rub. Even medical science knows that now.
Revelation 6.8 nods.
Medika: <softly> It is good to see you again.
Revelation 6.8: Was the meal to your liking?
Revelation 6.8 smiles at her empty plate – which surprises the girl. She had not been aware that she was eating so much.
Medika: The meal was heavenly and your presence -- a gift beyond price.
Revelation 6.8: As it will be for one other.
Revelation 6.8 smiles.
Medika: <whispers the Hebrew> Barukh et Adonai..
Revelation 6.8: In all things.
Medika: Amen.
Revelation 6.8 stands and puts his hand on Medika's hair.
Revelation 6.8: Go. Rest. Let thy dreams trouble you not, but have peace and contentment.
Medika looks up with happy tears. Revelation 6.8 nods and slowly returns his mask.
08-15-2005 04:19:09
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