30 June 20XX+1
My Dear Lucilius,
It is done.
A deep part of me does not want to speak of it again – at all. And a part of me says that this is a normal reaction.
I say “normal”. But violence, while being part of the natural world, should never be normalized – at least among civilized people. And yet this is precisely what I beheld, people that have normalized violence as a way of life.
Young Xerxes is shaken – good heavens, I am shaken. Even to be on the fringes of such a thing is to pulled into a maelstrom of adrenaline and emotion.
There is little sense of victory, only of a task completed. Note well I say “task completed”, not “task finished”. I fear we will be at this point again.
Yes, of course I took notes. They are a jumble as you might imagine after the events in question, getting more jumbled as we got to the event. The proverbial “fog of war” is a real thing,
But we are home.
Pompeia Paulina did magnificently, even with the rather abbreviated directions that I gave her. The rabbits have been singing her praises ever since I arrived back home (as if, I suppose, rabbits could sing. It has been a debated subject).
And, of course, I would be lying if I said coming home to someone is so much better than coming home to no-one at all.
I knew the world had changed, Lucilius. I just did not want to believe it had changed that badly, so soon.
Your Obedient Servant, Seneca