I laughed, staring in disbelief at my captor.
“You want me to write my own account of what happened?” I demanded, voice incredulous They surveyed me coolly before they nodded in agreement, sighing.
“Indeed.” Indeed: as if that went even half way to covering it!
“Why?” That earned me another, longer, heavier sigh.
“I’m sure you’ve heard the phrase,” they began, “That history is decided-.”
“By the victors,” I finished. A nod.
“Precisely. But have you noticed, then, that we always seem to end up back here?” I frowned.
“Yes. Your point?”
“My point is that history, and knowledge, are supposed to keep us from repeating the same mistakes and bad decisions over and over again. But we’re still here. So, instead of just the victors version of events, why don’t we try something novel? Tell your side too: after all, no one deserves to be a footnote in a textbook.” I frowned, crossing my arms and studying them carefully.
“You’re actually serious about this.”
“Absolutely. Wouldn’t you be, for the chance for the future generations to not have to be back here, at this place?” I sighed, and my mind ran wild with the idea: what IF we could potentially prevent this from happening again, just by telling both sides? Slowly, I nodded.
“I’ll do it,” I agreed.
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