[ backdates this to the two of them leaving execution, because they're both angy elves and it was such a fucking. long day. with horses and chaos.
hulkenberg shakes her head, rueful. the guilt for them condemning and innocent person to execution is there, carried on her shoulders, but - ]
How was it all the more straightforward in Key Neuve? For all the insanity of Sancoeur's claims for motivation, all the accidents and deaths, 'twas somehow simpler than all of this.
[ loss of innocent life was an extreme mood-killer, yeah. mordalion is as neutrally poised as ever, but there's a tension to him that wouldn't be noticeable to anyone but a fellow knight.
he sighs, hands still folded over the pommel of the poison eater. ]
There were fewer of us, less chaos to keep track of. Like this, too, structured in this manner... there's motivation to hide and protect and obfuscate, more than Sancoeur was ever capable of achieving on her own.
[ he's right, of course. she doesn't seem surprised or upset by the answer, because it's the correct one, and it's right there in her mind, too.
but still. ]
Quickly our numbers dwindle, but the chaos increases. 'Tis something to be said, being kept in this place like animals on display, made to entertain the auditors and slaughter one another.
But we must not let this happen again. No matter the chaos, or what we face... 'tis all unjust, but this was us. We did this.
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wk 3; sunday
hulkenberg shakes her head, rueful. the guilt for them condemning and innocent person to execution is there, carried on her shoulders, but - ]
How was it all the more straightforward in Key Neuve? For all the insanity of Sancoeur's claims for motivation, all the accidents and deaths, 'twas somehow simpler than all of this.
no subject
he sighs, hands still folded over the pommel of the poison eater. ]
There were fewer of us, less chaos to keep track of. Like this, too, structured in this manner... there's motivation to hide and protect and obfuscate, more than Sancoeur was ever capable of achieving on her own.
no subject
but still. ]
Quickly our numbers dwindle, but the chaos increases. 'Tis something to be said, being kept in this place like animals on display, made to entertain the auditors and slaughter one another.
But we must not let this happen again. No matter the chaos, or what we face... 'tis all unjust, but this was us. We did this.