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Current Date: January 8, 1402
Character: Alessio Speziale
Race: Human
Age: 43
Current residence: Peculiar, Erisia
There are times when I wonder if I did the right thing, leaving Sadb behind. Then again, it was her decision, and I wasn’t about to force her hand. It wasn’t so much that she was wary of this new world we were headed in, but I think that even though Saoirse was gone and Sadb truly had no other connections out there in the world, there was just the one person about whom she didn’t want to leave behind.
A man I had only crossed a few times before, but Sadb had confided in me that her heart longed for him. Marriages in Rockbourne are final—or they were up until we left, I have no idea as to whether or not that has changed now. If you are wed to someone, the only way a woman may be paired to another man is through the death of her husband. Whereas the men, of course, could pick any unwed woman they wanted and do just that, wed her.
It felt barbaric, in a way. I’ve never understood it and I had no sway in changing that. When I married Saoirse, Sadb offered herself to our union so that the other choices she had would not come to be, I couldn’t blame her. She told me about the suitors that had asked for her hand and while I am biased towards my own self in that regard, the other men were not great choices.
When Gina was offered to me after the passing of her husband, I took her into the union because it felt like the right thing to do, and I have no regret whatsoever about that decision.
So that I ended up having to fake my own death worked out well for Sadb, from what little news I have received from her in the time we’ve been gone—we said we would only send or request information if it was absolutely necessary—she told me that she was now married to the man that made her heart beat true. I am happy for her.
As we were on the transport, I remember that I sort of went through what I’d done with my life. A little review of some of the more important events. Meeting Saoirse for the first time, falling in love with her. Growing fond of her sister enough to be willing to add her to our union on the same day that I took Saoirse as my wife. Meeting Gina for the first time, helping her settle into our home. All things that changed me into the man I am now.
I do remember that there was one particular memory that stood out to me on that day, and it had been on one of the last visits I’d ever had to Saoirse before she passed. The memory itself doesn’t even have to do with her. I barely remember that visit other than it was much of the same old. She complained, huffed, and ranted about how I needed to bring her back home because her children needed her. The children didn’t need her, and they were doing fine. I watched Santos slowly come alive after her removal from the house; it was a slow, almost painful process but I watched it happen.
From that visit, however, what I truly remembered was more my encounter with a nurse who was walking a patient—a younger woman who could have been Sati’s age back then—back to her room. The patient had a death grip on the nurse’s arm and was going on about—in a sweet, singsong little voice—how she had now caught the nurse, how said nurse—a patient young man, it seemed—couldn’t escape. Now, he would have to listen to her vent all of her woes.
It made me smile a little but, I think, in a way, what really made me smile is the fact that I remember that the nurse honestly looked amused by her antics, as though this was the norm for her.
Not all of the patients in the building were dangerous, violent, or required to be locked behind heavy doors and secured away. Some were there because they just had a few issues to work with and once that was taken care of, they could go home. I don’t know how long that young woman had been there or how long she would be spending there, but what I do know is that at the very least, on that day, it did look as though she was having a good day, all in all.
I don’t really know why that memory stayed with me. I don’t. I do remember even talking about the little scene to Gina when I got home after my visit to Saoirse. It made both of us smile, at least just a little. A lot of people seem to think that the psychiatric building is all screams and fights and weeping but really, it’s not.