Sh'Ky Naes
"But, you deserve to die, don't you? They didn't seek you out without just cause. You are the piece of shyke here."Astounded, Sh'Ky struggled to find a word to respond, as he was shoved back, and suddenly, a sword was pointed in his face. "You aren't a killer. No, you're an idiot that doesn't know who he is. I won't follow you, and I won't keep quiet. If I desire to tell the entire city about what you've done, I'll do it. I'll petching pay somebody to hunt you down if I petching please. And, if you dare come towards me ever again, I will avenge that man at your feet, without a thought. He didn't deserve to die, but I believe very differently about you."Glowering, Sh'Ky was about to speak, when they abruptly left.
Nudging the dust in the street around the dead man, he walked home, thinking about what the man had said. Apparently, someone thought that they were above reproach, in this city of filth. Where everyone and their gram were into something distasteful. So where did he get off being all high and mighty? However, the words about Sh'Ky's sense of self did get him thinking. Nobody was innocent here, but did he really know who he was? After all this time, was he stuck in a rut? Did he stay just because it was where he was at home? Shaking his head, he thought, No, it can't be that. That man was just up on his high horse, looking for someone to preach at, because he feels guilty about something. That's all.
And so he left, unrepentant, and almost unchanged.
Almost.
Nudging the dust in the street around the dead man, he walked home, thinking about what the man had said. Apparently, someone thought that they were above reproach, in this city of filth. Where everyone and their gram were into something distasteful. So where did he get off being all high and mighty? However, the words about Sh'Ky's sense of self did get him thinking. Nobody was innocent here, but did he really know who he was? After all this time, was he stuck in a rut? Did he stay just because it was where he was at home? Shaking his head, he thought, No, it can't be that. That man was just up on his high horse, looking for someone to preach at, because he feels guilty about something. That's all.
And so he left, unrepentant, and almost unchanged.
Almost.