faith5by5-1013 replied to your quote“Like so many, I had heard, appalled, the reports that trickled out of…”
Wasn’t that part amazing? I loved it too. My favorite thing about both her and Jaime (at least right now), is how easily they recognize and are upset by, other people’s suffering. And how quickly they step up when things like that happen.
That part was just absolutely beautiful. It was so pure and so real. To see such honesty on such a painful topic, particularly from a character so fresh from the matter at hand, is such a breath of fresh air. If Claire hadn’t already won me over, she would’ve right then.
You are so very right—they are both very talented at assessing a situation and taking up another’s suffering, regardless of the level of companionship that may or may not exist between them and the sufferer. It’s such a beautifully altruistic trait; not to mention, it’s a beautiful item on which to build the foundation of a relationship :-)
I’m really, truly enjoying this novel. Thank you so very much for bringing it to my attention!
Like so many, I had heard, appalled, the reports that trickled out of postwar Germany; the stories of deportations and mass murder, of concentration camps and burnings. And like so many others had done, and would do, for years to come, I had asked myself, “How could the people have let it happen? They must have known, must have seen the trucks, the coming and going, the fences and smoke. How could they stand by and do nothing?” Well, now I knew. The stakes were not even life of death in this case… But my hands grew clammy around the porcelain bowl as I thought of myself stepping out, alone and powerless, to confront that mob of solid and virtuous citizens, avid for the punishment and blood to alleviate the tedium of existence.
This is such a touchy subject—and still is to this very day, decades after the time Claire calls home. And, yet, few people still have the courage to admit what she does here—a lack of courage, to stand against the oppressive force of conformity. Here, she acknowledged the dangers of the mob mentality, and understands her own shortcomings on the issue. In the process, she fails to see that, in that concession alone, she is, at the very least, superior in courage to those who have willingly joined the mob. Truly adore this character.
Since the days of the first cave dwellers, humans—hairless, weak, and helpless save for cunning—have survived by joining together in groups; knowing, as so many other edible creatures have found, that there is protection in numbers. And that knowledge, bred in the bone, is what lies behind mob rule. Because to step outside the group, let alone to stand against it, was for uncounted thousands of years death to the creature who dared it. To stand against a crowd would take something more than ordinary courage; something that went beyond human instinct. And I feared I did not have it, and fearing, was ashamed.
Hello beautiful! I hope this isn't strange to message you about but I noticed your follow and wanted to make sure you realized I am a Caryler. Since most of what I post is Caryl related I just didn't want you to have a shocking moment. Especially since I am planning to reblog some NSFW Caryl fanart tomorrow. :D I do love Beth and brotp Bethyl and I cannot wait to see the TWD ladies KILL IT this season. And I do try to tag all my Caryl stuff... so if you still want to follow, then welcome! xoxo
Absolutely no problem! I really don’t mind I just don’t pay any attention to all the “shipping wars” or “shipping hate”. You’re awesome, Caryl’s awesome, Bethyl’s awesome. Just let awesomeness proceed ❤️
I’m sure he looks at her with a new respect and in a whole bunch of different ways. Not only can she fight and protect herself but, she’s opened up a soft spot inside of Daryl. And that’s probably the area that he’s most uncomfortable with in the world; more so than a zombie apocalypse. -NR