12-01-2025, 12:06 PM
10 October 5584
Leonard Benowitz shook it off; the momentary fear.
He stood up, fiddled with the machinery and upped Anna Kadiyot's morphine dosage, just a tad.
"You know-", he began to say; "you've proclaimed these lands as the homeland of the Yeudi People with such arrogance it is astounding to me that your lot fail to realise we're never coming back. Homeland of what? Of your dreams, or ours?"
A slight spasm in his neck, he turned to look at Anna, once again.
"Yes yes- your lot carry the only royal blood of this land, but my blood is the one you spilled all over it", eyes morose, exhausted.
"And you thought it'll last forever, didn't you?!", his tone slightly raised, he approached the bed and bent over. Face to face, the marks of an ancient strife undeniable on both the Benowitz looking down and the Kadiyot looking up.
"You fucking bitch".
19 August 5599
Maria Kadiyot stared at the empty room absentmindedly; the room where Anna Kadiyot lay once. It was quiet and there was a sense of descending peace upon her; restless, yes - but with a feeling of tranquility, as if impending doom was somehow a salvation.
There was no beating it. There was no winning it. There was no plotting it.
Oh father, forgive us - for your heirs will abide no more.
[Video: https://youtu.be/DwfZCbVCBUk?feature=shared]
Leonard Benowitz shook it off; the momentary fear.
He stood up, fiddled with the machinery and upped Anna Kadiyot's morphine dosage, just a tad.
"You know-", he began to say; "you've proclaimed these lands as the homeland of the Yeudi People with such arrogance it is astounding to me that your lot fail to realise we're never coming back. Homeland of what? Of your dreams, or ours?"
A slight spasm in his neck, he turned to look at Anna, once again.
"Yes yes- your lot carry the only royal blood of this land, but my blood is the one you spilled all over it", eyes morose, exhausted.
"And you thought it'll last forever, didn't you?!", his tone slightly raised, he approached the bed and bent over. Face to face, the marks of an ancient strife undeniable on both the Benowitz looking down and the Kadiyot looking up.
"You fucking bitch".
19 August 5599
Maria Kadiyot stared at the empty room absentmindedly; the room where Anna Kadiyot lay once. It was quiet and there was a sense of descending peace upon her; restless, yes - but with a feeling of tranquility, as if impending doom was somehow a salvation.
There was no beating it. There was no winning it. There was no plotting it.
Oh father, forgive us - for your heirs will abide no more.
[Video: https://youtu.be/DwfZCbVCBUk?feature=shared]
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