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In this task, I will be assuming the character, Pi looking back over my experiences just after the Frenchman was killed by Richard Parker, recalling his thoughts and emotions. Richard Parker actually does not exist. Richard Parker is, in fact, Pi’s inner beast. Pi describes the scene as if Richard Parker kills the Frenchman as he couldn’t face the sad truth that he had committed murder. He couldn't deal with his savage actions which is why he imagined that inner beast inside of him as a separate entity; something savage like a tiger. For this empathic response, I portray Pi being angry about the Frenchman’s betrayal which transitioned to sadness and guilt that he had actually killed a man which can be seen from the fact that he was …show more content…
I tried to think of something else, but the stench of the blood reminded me of my mistake; reminded me of you and your betrayal. I didn’t know anything about you other than the fact that you were French. Your voice kept me from losing my sanity; it gave me comfort; it gave me hope. Hope, that I could make it out alive. But you made me lose it AGAIN! You just had to break it didn’t you? You crushed my hope in an instant. How could you? How could you do that?! I trusted you as a companion, like my brother, but now I see your intention was something else entirely. I blame myself. I was too gullible...too trusting. How could I have trusted you so easily? I should have been aware as soon as you mentioned you had killed people before. I guess I was overcome with happiness that I had met another human being after all the madness I had been through. You took advantage of my kindness. Thought me for a fool, isn’t it? I was nothing more than prey to you, am I right? Now I understand, I did not mean as much to you as you meant to me. You left a scar on me, something that can never be undone. Those words that you uttered will stay forever in my mind no matter how hard I try to forget. When your hands were tightly gripped around my neck, and all I could see was darkness, your words were loud and clear, echoing in my ears. Those words were etched into my memory as if they were scratched on …show more content…
I had caused someone’s death. The blood is on my hands, something that I can never wipe clean of. The burden of something as big as this. That is something that I would carry until the day I die. I can never wash this sin away. The worst part is I didn’t choose for this to happen this way. I didn’t want it to end up like this. This is not who I am; not who I want to be. Oh Vishnu, can you ever condone what I have done? Will I ever be worthy of you after my horrific deed? I devoted my life to seeking God, to be pure… but I can never forgive myself for what I have done. Shameful to even take ownership and admit what I have done to myself. Look at me now; I am so pathetic that I am deceiving myself that a bloody tiger killed that man. I didn't even notice tears streaming down my cheeks. I can do nothing to change the past no matter how much I desire it. There is no moving on from this. The only thing I can do is to pray for you every day.” (661
In this task, I will be assuming the character, Pi looking back over my experiences just after the Frenchman was killed by Richard Parker, recalling his thoughts and emotions. Richard Parker actually does not exist. Richard Parker is, in fact, Pi’s inner beast. Pi describes the scene as if Richard Parker kills the Frenchman as he couldn’t face the sad truth that he had committed murder. He couldn't deal with his savage actions which is why he imagined that inner beast inside of him as a separate entity; something savage like a tiger. For this empathic response, I portray Pi being angry about the Frenchman’s betrayal which transitioned to sadness and guilt that he had actually killed a man which can be seen from the fact that he was …show more content…
I tried to think of something else, but the stench of the blood reminded me of my mistake; reminded me of you and your betrayal. I didn’t know anything about you other than the fact that you were French. Your voice kept me from losing my sanity; it gave me comfort; it gave me hope. Hope, that I could make it out alive. But you made me lose it AGAIN! You just had to break it didn’t you? You crushed my hope in an instant. How could you? How could you do that?! I trusted you as a companion, like my brother, but now I see your intention was something else entirely. I blame myself. I was too gullible...too trusting. How could I have trusted you so easily? I should have been aware as soon as you mentioned you had killed people before. I guess I was overcome with happiness that I had met another human being after all the madness I had been through. You took advantage of my kindness. Thought me for a fool, isn’t it? I was nothing more than prey to you, am I right? Now I understand, I did not mean as much to you as you meant to me. You left a scar on me, something that can never be undone. Those words that you uttered will stay forever in my mind no matter how hard I try to forget. When your hands were tightly gripped around my neck, and all I could see was darkness, your words were loud and clear, echoing in my ears. Those words were etched into my memory as if they were scratched on …show more content…
I had caused someone’s death. The blood is on my hands, something that I can never wipe clean of. The burden of something as big as this. That is something that I would carry until the day I die. I can never wash this sin away. The worst part is I didn’t choose for this to happen this way. I didn’t want it to end up like this. This is not who I am; not who I want to be. Oh Vishnu, can you ever condone what I have done? Will I ever be worthy of you after my horrific deed? I devoted my life to seeking God, to be pure… but I can never forgive myself for what I have done. Shameful to even take ownership and admit what I have done to myself. Look at me now; I am so pathetic that I am deceiving myself that a bloody tiger killed that man. I didn't even notice tears streaming down my cheeks. I can do nothing to change the past no matter how much I desire it. There is no moving on from this. The only thing I can do is to pray for you every day.” (661