A lot of people got confused about the last chapter's composition, which was intended to show important events in Zami's history, bleeding each event further and further back in time. I tried something new however it didn't end up working, it seems, so I apologize for the confusion created by my experimenting.
Also, switched the chapter names between this and the last chapter. Just thought each fitted the other better.
Zami poked at Zeni in the grass next to him, as Mythene cocked her head to the side.
"About you?" She shrugged, "What about you, thero'shan?"
"I ain't…just some troll," He mumbled, "I killed. Lots."
Mythene frowned, glancing aside.
"Murder...death...war…" She sighed, "These are unfortunate realities of our world, as it is. Perhaps, one day, it might-"
"No," Zami furrowed his brow, "It ain't war dat made me kill nobody."
He hesitated, looking away as her gaze moved back to him.
"Nobody made me kill no one," He rolled his shoulders a little, "Mostly did it for coin, but dat ain't really why I…"
His voice trailed off, the words lost on his lips. What could he even say? The truth? What would she think of him then? But it would be worse to lie, wouldn't it?
"Sometimes," Mythene spoke softly and slowly, as if trying to convince herself of her own words, "Necessities require us to...act beneath ourselves. You just...did what you had to...in order to s-"
"Survive?" Zami closed his eyes, scoffing, "Dat ain't it neither."
He reached up, taking off his eyepatch and setting it into the grass next to him, still gripping the dark fabric tightly.
"Then...why?"
Zami's heart sank upon hearing the nervous tone of her voice. Her words asked why, but her tone said she didn't really want to know. He sighed, turning his head to the side. He could feel Zeni's little vine-arms wrap around his wrist, nuzzling its leafy body against his arm.
"Cause it…" He opened his eyes, looking over at Mythene, "Cause it all I be good at."
"...Killing?" Mythene stared back at him.
Zami nodded slowly.
Mythene turned her head away for a moment. She was quiet, and that made Zami nervous. Her shoulders jumped up and down a little. Zami froze. Was she...crying?
"M-Mi'ten?" He reached out, touching her shoulder softly.
When he turned her back to face him, Zami's brow knitted in confusion. She was...laughing.
"S-Sorry," She grinned as she wiped a tear away, "You're just...so ridiculous!"
Zami blinked at her as she continued to laugh. He wasn't sure how he'd expected her to react to learning about his past, but this certainly wasn't it. He found it was actually a little bit insulting.
"What be so funny?" He scowled, drawing his hand back.
"You!" Mythene chuckled, "You truly believe you have no use, skill, or purpose other than killing? Ha!"
Zami cocked his head to the side, his dreads falling across his cheek.
"Don't see what's so funny bout dat…"
"How is it can you not see, thero'shan" She reached out, cupping his cheek with her hand, "Even when you've been given sight beyond most others?"
She ran her thumb across his cheek below his green eye.
"You can do so many things, Zami. So many amazing things."
Zami furrowed his brow again.
"Not really. And da eye don't count. Gonk said I only got it only cause Jumi anyway."
"You can turn yourself invisible, you're an excellent cook, and you're shaping up to be quite the druid. Not to mention I've never seen someone learn to speak Darnassian so quickly."
Zami shrugged dismissively, glancing aside.
"I've seen you pull your bones out of their joints, pick locks with nothing but a rusty old fish hook, and start a fire without even needing a tinder."
Zami shrugged again, turning his head away. Mythene pulled his chin back forward to face her.
"Not to mention," She brought up her other hand, holding Zeni in her palm, "You make a fine gardener."
Zami glanced down at Zeni, who hissed happily at him obliviously.
"So you see," Mythene withdrew her hand from his cheek, delicately patting Zeni's flower petals, "You're good at many things, thero'shan."
She took Zami's hand, sliding Zeni into his palm.
"Besides…" She sat back, looking up at the sky, "You may have killed many, but at least you never killed your brother."
"How you know?" Zami glanced over at her, "I used to have four of dem, y'know."
Mythene just shook her head, her white hair jostling over her shoulders.
"No, I know you didn't. You care too much," She smiled, "You're a worrier. A protector. You take care of people."
Mythene glanced down.
"It's rather funny. You used to be a hitman, and yet you care for people so evidently. Meanwhile, I'm a healer, and yet I…"
Mythene frowned, reaching up to tuck her hair behind her ear. Zami just watched her, silently remarking how the golden sunlight sparkled in her silver hair. He supposed that was why they called it star colored. It was pretty.
"The point is…" Mythene glanced back at him, "You're quite amazing, Zami."
She gave him a sweet smile and Zami felt himself blush. He looked away, hoping she didn't notice, and shrugged a little.
"Y-Yeah...thanks," He mumbled, rubbing his neck.
In his other hand, Zeni curled up its vines unto its body, to go to sleep.
"There you two are!"
Zami and Mythene looked up as Syrise bounded over, with Jazax in tow. Syrise glanced at Zami's blushing face and a wide smile set on her lips.
"How's the studying going?" Syrise clasped her hands together behind her back, stooping forward, "Hmm! What was it you two were studying again? Anatomy?"
"Talk about anatomy," Jazax mumbled, glancing at Syrise's behind.
"You both know we be learnin' Darnassian," Zami scowled at Syrise, who in turn gave Jazax a suspicious squint.
"Ah, right, right. The blushing could've fooled me," Syrise said as she stood up straight, "Well anyway, Jazzy wanted to ask himself but he's too much of a chicken, so I'll do it for him."
"Hey!" Jazax growled, "You wanna run me over with that trike a second time, Syrise?! And I ain't no chicken!
"What? Just being honest!" Syrise stuck her tongue out at him,
"Hmph! Well, since there ain't no point in hidin' it anymore," Jazax turned to Zami and Mythene, "When are youse gonna leave already?"