[The difference between justice and vengeance is fine and, sometimes, nearly immaterial. Yet, despite the wisdom he's fought so hard for, he needs something. Like a day far in his past, he again finds himself in the ashes, looking towards a future that may have nothing left for him but retribution. It's not certain yet, no - unlike before, he has not seen the bodies, and he does not yet know who to blame.
Yet, he has to have recourse, in the even that there is no solving this problem. He needs a reason to keep living, even if what is broken cannot be fixed. If he doesn't one, he may as well surrender now. He's learned, he tries to reassure himself. He's better now. He will claim only those responsible.
Even if he can sense the folly in his own thoughts, he can't bear to forbid himself this one indulgence. After all, she's right, isn't she? The conqueror thrives on the despair of the conquered.]
...These whips are what deny us. [He keeps his voice low as well. Rather than swear any oath, he will share his own thoughts of rebellion. It seems more meaningful, to him.] Yet, I see no reason they could not be blocked as any other weapon, were we to fashion defenses. That which could serve as a shield, mayhap.
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Yet, he has to have recourse, in the even that there is no solving this problem. He needs a reason to keep living, even if what is broken cannot be fixed. If he doesn't one, he may as well surrender now. He's learned, he tries to reassure himself. He's better now. He will claim only those responsible.
Even if he can sense the folly in his own thoughts, he can't bear to forbid himself this one indulgence. After all, she's right, isn't she? The conqueror thrives on the despair of the conquered.]
...These whips are what deny us. [He keeps his voice low as well. Rather than swear any oath, he will share his own thoughts of rebellion. It seems more meaningful, to him.] Yet, I see no reason they could not be blocked as any other weapon, were we to fashion defenses. That which could serve as a shield, mayhap.