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The respite was welcome, giving them time to process everything that had happened.
Skad wasn't, by any means, at peace with Saman's revelations. How could she be? Her entire life up until this point had been moulded in the shape of fealty to Haraudur. She had eschewed so much in her pursuit of devotion, becoming a reviled, solitary figure, monstrous even by Nordwiir standards.
It could not dare compare to the hundreds of innocents sacrificed for nothing by her blade, but what Kin-Slayer had lost still lingered in her mind. What would it have been like to have the company of her people or to have parents who looked upon you with affection instead of revulsion? What of the bond of a sister? Who would have Hella been if she were alive today? It could have all been so different.
She looked down upon Brenna in grim contemplation as her pragmatism won out.
The past could not be changed, and had she lived that lost life, then the truth would have evaded her instead. It did not feel it, that guilt still clawing at her insides, but it was better this way.
"How did you imagine?" Skad inquired, returning to the now and to her friend, "That I was always doing a shouting?" It would have been a fair assumption, the connotations of primal savagery being very loud quite often ringing true.
"Sometimes you sounding like you have rag in mouth when mad or excite. Is that not way Fiir tongue speaking common?"
Skad wasn't, by any means, at peace with Saman's revelations. How could she be? Her entire life up until this point had been moulded in the shape of fealty to Haraudur. She had eschewed so much in her pursuit of devotion, becoming a reviled, solitary figure, monstrous even by Nordwiir standards.
It could not dare compare to the hundreds of innocents sacrificed for nothing by her blade, but what Kin-Slayer had lost still lingered in her mind. What would it have been like to have the company of her people or to have parents who looked upon you with affection instead of revulsion? What of the bond of a sister? Who would have Hella been if she were alive today? It could have all been so different.
She looked down upon Brenna in grim contemplation as her pragmatism won out.
The past could not be changed, and had she lived that lost life, then the truth would have evaded her instead. It did not feel it, that guilt still clawing at her insides, but it was better this way.
"How did you imagine?" Skad inquired, returning to the now and to her friend, "That I was always doing a shouting?" It would have been a fair assumption, the connotations of primal savagery being very loud quite often ringing true.
"Sometimes you sounding like you have rag in mouth when mad or excite. Is that not way Fiir tongue speaking common?"