Pain 05.31.15
“How is he?” Skipper asked Kowalski as he entered the HQ.
“He’s still devastated that he couldn’t act quick enough. I don’t know how to tell him that there’s nothing he could’ve done. He keeps drowning his sorrows in Winkies,” Kowalski explained. They looked over to see Private stuffing another Winkie into his beak as he slumped against the دیوار in the corner. His eyes were puffy from crying.
Skipper sighed. “I’ll go talk to him.”
He walked across the room and slowly came to a stop in the middle of the pile of Winkie wrappers.
“Private, can I talk to آپ outside for a moment?” he asked the young cadet.
“Permission to decline, sir,” Private requested through his Winkie.
“Denied,” Skipper کہا sternly. “Up top, soldier,” he ordered.
Private sighed heavily and pulled himself to his feet. Then he slugged his way to the hatch and pulled himself up, with Skipper following closely behind.
“I know what you’re going to say, Skipper, but I just don’t feel like talking,” Private کہا without meeting his eye.
“I’m not going to make آپ talk,” Skipper replied.
Private looked at him and arched a brow. “You’re not?” he asked.
“No,” Skipper said. “You’re here to listen. What happened the other دن was . . . unthinkable. But آپ did everything آپ could. There’s nothing آپ can do to change that. Sitting around sulking about it isn’t going to bring him back.”
“You think I don’t know that?” Private asked sharply, his eyes narrowing into slits. “I just can’t live with it! I was the only one there that could’ve saved him! I will never be able to let that go!”
“Private, I know how آپ feel. I’ve failed before. Lives have been lost because I made the wrong decision. But I also knew that giving up on myself wouldn’t help anyone. آپ need to accept that too,” Skipper said.
“I don’t think آپ know how I feel at all, Skipper,” Private replied. “Just because آپ went through the same thing one─ten─a hundred times, even!─it doesn’t mean آپ know anything about what I’m going through. آپ don’t have my heart. آپ don’t have my mind. آپ don’t have my conscience!”
“Really?” Skipper snapped. “I don’t know how آپ feel?”
“No!” Private snapped back. “You don’t even seem that broken up about it!”
“Maybe because I don’t have the time to dwell over my failures for three days! I have to اقدام on! آپ think I wanted that hawk to swoop down and take that duckling? How heartless do آپ think I am?!” Skipper argued.
Private was about to respond, but instead turned on his heel and leapt from the penguins’ habitat. Skipper followed.
“Private, come back!” he called.
Private started sliding on his belly with complete disregard to his CO’s order. After chasing him for a few مزید minutes, Skipper finally caught up to him and tackled him. Private tried to break away, but Skipper held him back. Finally, he released him where he would be cornered between a habitat and the zoo walls. Skipper caught his breath and wiped blood from his beak from where Private had clipped him.
Private glared at him. “What do آپ want from me?” he growled.
“I want آپ to let it out!─this anger!─this guilt! If آپ keep it inside it will never get better,” Skipper reasoned.
“I don’t want it to get better!” Private argued. “I deserve to hurt! It was my fault we couldn’t save him!”
“You have to stop blaming yourself!” Skipper کہا stepping toward him. “You’re getting nowhere! Come on!” He shoved him hard. “Do something!”
“No!” Private کہا turning his back on him. “Leave me alone!”
“You’re angry!” Skipper کہا turning him around سے طرف کی his shoulder. “You’re frustrated! That hawk took him with no remorse! And آپ couldn’t do anything about it! How does that make آپ feel?!”
Private turned away from him again. “Shut up!”
“He’s never coming back!” Skipper pressed. “You can never change that!”
“I کہا stop!” Private screamed turning around and thrusting his fist forward. Skipper deflected it as Private continued to advance, but he did not play the offensive. He blocked Private’s fists, jumped when he tried to kick under his feet, and ducked when he kicked upward. After a few minutes, Private slowly came to a stop and broke down, burying his face in Skipper’s chest feathers. Skipper gently stroked the cadet’s back.
“He was just a duckling,” Private کہا in a muffled voice.
Skipper sighed. “I know. The world just isn’t fair sometimes. آپ can’t win them all. آپ just have to keep moving آگے and . . . try to do better اگلے time. سے طرف کی giving up, you’re letting that hawk win,” he said.
Private sniffed and pulled away, wiping the tears off his face. “You’re right. I’m sorry, Skipper,” he کہا looking down.
Skipper wiped the tears off his chest. “It’s all right, soldier. No harm done.”
Private choked and sniffed again. “What about Momma Duck? How do آپ think she’ll get past it?”
Skipper took a breath and let it out slowly. “I talked to her this morning, actually. She’s taking it better than I thought she would. She told me she’s lost ducklings in the past. Honestly, I think she’s handling this better than you,” he told him.
Private looked back down. “Do آپ think she hates me?”
Skipper smiled. “Of course not. She saw what happened. She knows آپ did everything آپ could. She doesn’t blame آپ for anything, and آپ shouldn’t blame yourself.”
Private sighed. “I’ll try, I guess.”
“There آپ go,” Skipper کہا nudging his shoulder. “Come on, let’s go back to HQ.”
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Note: I got this idea when I was reminded of the fact that there were five ducklings in Paternal Egg-Stinct, but only four ducklings in every episode involving the ducks afterward. I know it’s probably a depressing thought, thinking of this as a potential scenario.
“How is he?” Skipper asked Kowalski as he entered the HQ.
“He’s still devastated that he couldn’t act quick enough. I don’t know how to tell him that there’s nothing he could’ve done. He keeps drowning his sorrows in Winkies,” Kowalski explained. They looked over to see Private stuffing another Winkie into his beak as he slumped against the دیوار in the corner. His eyes were puffy from crying.
Skipper sighed. “I’ll go talk to him.”
He walked across the room and slowly came to a stop in the middle of the pile of Winkie wrappers.
“Private, can I talk to آپ outside for a moment?” he asked the young cadet.
“Permission to decline, sir,” Private requested through his Winkie.
“Denied,” Skipper کہا sternly. “Up top, soldier,” he ordered.
Private sighed heavily and pulled himself to his feet. Then he slugged his way to the hatch and pulled himself up, with Skipper following closely behind.
“I know what you’re going to say, Skipper, but I just don’t feel like talking,” Private کہا without meeting his eye.
“I’m not going to make آپ talk,” Skipper replied.
Private looked at him and arched a brow. “You’re not?” he asked.
“No,” Skipper said. “You’re here to listen. What happened the other دن was . . . unthinkable. But آپ did everything آپ could. There’s nothing آپ can do to change that. Sitting around sulking about it isn’t going to bring him back.”
“You think I don’t know that?” Private asked sharply, his eyes narrowing into slits. “I just can’t live with it! I was the only one there that could’ve saved him! I will never be able to let that go!”
“Private, I know how آپ feel. I’ve failed before. Lives have been lost because I made the wrong decision. But I also knew that giving up on myself wouldn’t help anyone. آپ need to accept that too,” Skipper said.
“I don’t think آپ know how I feel at all, Skipper,” Private replied. “Just because آپ went through the same thing one─ten─a hundred times, even!─it doesn’t mean آپ know anything about what I’m going through. آپ don’t have my heart. آپ don’t have my mind. آپ don’t have my conscience!”
“Really?” Skipper snapped. “I don’t know how آپ feel?”
“No!” Private snapped back. “You don’t even seem that broken up about it!”
“Maybe because I don’t have the time to dwell over my failures for three days! I have to اقدام on! آپ think I wanted that hawk to swoop down and take that duckling? How heartless do آپ think I am?!” Skipper argued.
Private was about to respond, but instead turned on his heel and leapt from the penguins’ habitat. Skipper followed.
“Private, come back!” he called.
Private started sliding on his belly with complete disregard to his CO’s order. After chasing him for a few مزید minutes, Skipper finally caught up to him and tackled him. Private tried to break away, but Skipper held him back. Finally, he released him where he would be cornered between a habitat and the zoo walls. Skipper caught his breath and wiped blood from his beak from where Private had clipped him.
Private glared at him. “What do آپ want from me?” he growled.
“I want آپ to let it out!─this anger!─this guilt! If آپ keep it inside it will never get better,” Skipper reasoned.
“I don’t want it to get better!” Private argued. “I deserve to hurt! It was my fault we couldn’t save him!”
“You have to stop blaming yourself!” Skipper کہا stepping toward him. “You’re getting nowhere! Come on!” He shoved him hard. “Do something!”
“No!” Private کہا turning his back on him. “Leave me alone!”
“You’re angry!” Skipper کہا turning him around سے طرف کی his shoulder. “You’re frustrated! That hawk took him with no remorse! And آپ couldn’t do anything about it! How does that make آپ feel?!”
Private turned away from him again. “Shut up!”
“He’s never coming back!” Skipper pressed. “You can never change that!”
“I کہا stop!” Private screamed turning around and thrusting his fist forward. Skipper deflected it as Private continued to advance, but he did not play the offensive. He blocked Private’s fists, jumped when he tried to kick under his feet, and ducked when he kicked upward. After a few minutes, Private slowly came to a stop and broke down, burying his face in Skipper’s chest feathers. Skipper gently stroked the cadet’s back.
“He was just a duckling,” Private کہا in a muffled voice.
Skipper sighed. “I know. The world just isn’t fair sometimes. آپ can’t win them all. آپ just have to keep moving آگے and . . . try to do better اگلے time. سے طرف کی giving up, you’re letting that hawk win,” he said.
Private sniffed and pulled away, wiping the tears off his face. “You’re right. I’m sorry, Skipper,” he کہا looking down.
Skipper wiped the tears off his chest. “It’s all right, soldier. No harm done.”
Private choked and sniffed again. “What about Momma Duck? How do آپ think she’ll get past it?”
Skipper took a breath and let it out slowly. “I talked to her this morning, actually. She’s taking it better than I thought she would. She told me she’s lost ducklings in the past. Honestly, I think she’s handling this better than you,” he told him.
Private looked back down. “Do آپ think she hates me?”
Skipper smiled. “Of course not. She saw what happened. She knows آپ did everything آپ could. She doesn’t blame آپ for anything, and آپ shouldn’t blame yourself.”
Private sighed. “I’ll try, I guess.”
“There آپ go,” Skipper کہا nudging his shoulder. “Come on, let’s go back to HQ.”
─ § ─
Note: I got this idea when I was reminded of the fact that there were five ducklings in Paternal Egg-Stinct, but only four ducklings in every episode involving the ducks afterward. I know it’s probably a depressing thought, thinking of this as a potential scenario.
