Hello folks, and welcome back to Wrong Every Time. Today I’m feeling the call of the open road, and am eager to rejoin Frieren and her companions as they soldier on through the forbidding northern plains. Although frankly, their journey through the allegedly demon-haunted north has actually been quite pleasant so far; aside from Aura’s gang, they’ve mostly just encountered rolling hills, scattered villages, and melancholy reflections on the enduring value of any mortal life.
In our last excursion, the question of mortality was most directly considered through the character of Old Man Voll, a dwarven friend of Frieren who had committed himself to guarding a humble farming community. Voll’s spark had almost extinguished, and indeed, it was clear through conversation that senility was already robbing him of his memories. What kept Voll attached to this world was actually a pledge to the dead – a promise to his human wife, to protect the village she had loved. In spite of his longer lifespan, it was his ostensibly short-lived wife who maintained his spark of purpose, demonstrating how a life is defined far more by its vitality and impact than its length.
This subject was then teased at again through a Frieren staple, the interrogation of statues as symbols of enduring identity. Though we erect statues to honor specific heroes, that meaning is contained within the observer, not the stone itself, and fresh eyes will find their own meaning in mossy, untended marble. Eternity is a fool’s wish, yet our grasps towards it see us creating relics that nonetheless inspire those who follow – an odd form of immortality, but likely the most healthy we can hope for. Let’s see what fresh reflections await as we return to Frieren: Beyond Journey’s End!