07-07-2021, 11:56 PM
He retreated back into the unknown lands, away from his Nightwalker colleagues to enjoy some time alone. The truth was now that he wanted to fit in; he wanted to prove himself, but he didn't quite know how without becoming as vile and cruel as the seed that had spawned him. Perhaps his brother had been right; the curse within their blood would result in only badness and suffering, at least that's how he'd taken it. Perhaps he was destined to become his father, to enjoy what he now looked down upon. He was conflicted.
He supposed there was one way to find out; to do upon others as he wished they did not do upon him. See if the Rache in him took pleasure in their suffering caused by his hand. But how could he possibly cross that line, unprovoked and innocent? Perhaps he didn't want to find out at all. If he avoided cruelty, avoided violence undeserved, he'd remain this stagnant pool of neutrality.
But what if he witnessed violence? Would he speak out against it? Would he stand up to the aggressor to protect those who couldn't protect themselves? Was weakness truly the core of uselessness, a characteristic better eradicated? In a world where everyone was strong, he supposed there'd be less unfairness. There'd be no need for protection, or charity. There'd just be endless fighting to see who reigned supreme over a world of betrayal and death and despair.
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