Post by Erik Lenoir on Oct 19, 2012 20:30:15 GMT -5
Erik listened to Madam Leona thoughtfully. She truly had a good point when she said that there could be true freedom here, it was a chance to start over again. And anyone who would attempt to leave would not be stopped or forced to come back, although the ghosts might make another attempt to bring them back. But the freedom..."Yes, Madam, I have felt it, " Erik answered. "I have truly felt the freedom here in the mansion. I feel somewhat safe here. I don't feel pursued as I would have in Paris. They were after me, you know.." Erik didn't want to mention why they were after him...
"It must take a great deal of energy for you to stay visible. If you would care to speak to me without being visible to me, I would not be frightened or upset. You are one of the only spectres who have told me the whole truth. The others hinted at it. The King told me much, but not everything. Some of the other ghosts don't even seem to know anything about why we were brought here. "
Erik paused and for a moment remained silent. "One thing about which I am still perplexed though is the fact that we are being called characters. I don't like the implications of that. It makes me think that you consider us not real. That is absurd, you know. I have been living for forty-five years and I have a history, I know the history of my family, I simply don't understand how you and the other ghosts seem to think we are nothing but flat pictured characters from an illustrated book. And odder still, the spectres feel that some of us are no more than characters written about in a book. And I have learned what a "movie" is or a "film" or a "television program." But I assure you I am not one of these fleeting imager, nor a series of words in a book, nor an illustration from the end of someone's pen. I am a man of flesh and blood and emotions and feelings...and most of all knowledge and a considerable amount of talent." Erik said the last with a bit more pride in his voice than he had meant to put there.
"It must take a great deal of energy for you to stay visible. If you would care to speak to me without being visible to me, I would not be frightened or upset. You are one of the only spectres who have told me the whole truth. The others hinted at it. The King told me much, but not everything. Some of the other ghosts don't even seem to know anything about why we were brought here. "
Erik paused and for a moment remained silent. "One thing about which I am still perplexed though is the fact that we are being called characters. I don't like the implications of that. It makes me think that you consider us not real. That is absurd, you know. I have been living for forty-five years and I have a history, I know the history of my family, I simply don't understand how you and the other ghosts seem to think we are nothing but flat pictured characters from an illustrated book. And odder still, the spectres feel that some of us are no more than characters written about in a book. And I have learned what a "movie" is or a "film" or a "television program." But I assure you I am not one of these fleeting imager, nor a series of words in a book, nor an illustration from the end of someone's pen. I am a man of flesh and blood and emotions and feelings...and most of all knowledge and a considerable amount of talent." Erik said the last with a bit more pride in his voice than he had meant to put there.