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he watched the seven samurai, and was sad for a long time afterwards. there is no loyalty anymore, to each other, or even to ideals. the only loyalty was to no loyalty, and that was the end of it all. there was no reason to hold back for each other anymore, no reason to work the simple job to repay those who had supported you. why make the sacrifices, drop the children off at soccer practice, continue the next generation to the next. it made other people happy, but if the prospect didn't make him happy, why did he have to? to be loyal? when at their hearts, in these times, the enemy in each of us seemed to be encouraged, necessary in all its destruction. and maybe he'd find that moderation, that the taught path really did make him happy. but to take their word for it, when he saw all around him the world being broken, ignored, because a little life was more important, over and over again until all of its cumulative damages were just too much and there was no more choice in how to live quite literally. he meant to find out for himself, what life meant. the hardest part to leave would be romantic love he supposed, it was this that would turn his head back no matter where he went or what he did he was almost certain. it seemed the last loyalty our thinking could not remove from our feeling.
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