p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;" Elene looked around as the Sister disappeared. There was suddenly no one else in sight. She touched the knife at her belt and her heart suddenly felt cold, she could kill Vi and simply leave. She'd killed now. She knew how./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;" Taking a deep breath, her fingers gripped the knife. Her grip tightened, felt the slight pull and release as the scabbard released the knife. She would have to be quick, at any moment a Sister might appear and make the decision for her. She just had to cut the throat, just like the Khalidorian. Her hand didn't move. emGod. /emShe shut her eyes, then tighter as tears began welling up. A sniffle chocked her her heavy breathing for a moment as she gathered strength./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;" - emNo./em The word punched the wind out of her, but a spark of guilt flared up inside her. She knew this wasn't what the God wanted and she'd been disobedient the whole way here, but./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;" "Have I not suffered enough?" She didn't know if Vi might wake up or a Sister might hear her, but a small part of her now wanted the choice taken away from her. Through tear-filled eyes, she looked around for an answer, a message, absolution, anything, but there was nothing there. Only the same white wall, the same beds, and Vi. Vi, the woman who had killed Jarl. Vi, who had kidnapped Uly. Vi, who had stolen Kylar. Elenes anger flared up again. Thinking about how she'd ringed him when he was unconscious made her feel hate. Pure, unadulterated hate. For a moment she was ready to not only kill her, but repay the suffering with something worse./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;" Then the moment was over, and the hate bled out of her as fast as it had flared up and she slumped into the chair beside the bed. Looking around the mostly empty desk, she felt empty. She knew the Gods will, even though he hadn't answered her he was still there. She had a choice to make. Continue to disobey, extract justice and make Vi pay, or obey. The choice was hers and hers alone, the god wouldn't make it for her. She still wanted to make Vi pay, but she knew what she would choose in the end. How could she demand justice for suffering from someone who'd gone through so much suffering herself? Suffering Elene could only imagine. But it wasn't right. emHad Vi not deserved suffering after all she'd done? if not then, at least now?/em Elene knew her argument was hollow. She desperately wanted to hate Vi, make her pay, but she couldn't. There was no justice here, and even didn't know if she could have carried it out. The knife clattered to the ground./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;" emBut it's not right./em The God was supposed to lift the downtrodden? The suffering? Elene didn't know if she'd lost Kylar, only that something had been stolen that could never be returned. Their relationship would never be what she'd dreamed of, what she'd longed after, what it would have been. She buried her face into her arms as a new wave of tears and sadness washed over her filling the emptiness. The immense feeling of loss was only slightly shared with a feeling of regret, not over letting Vi live, but the choices she'd made in Caernarvon. Elene would never have that chance back./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;" Over by the stairs a tense minute passed. Sister Ariel didn't relax before she was certain the knife was no longer a part of Elenes world. She released her talent, but stayed a moment longer, not entirely certain she could trust the woman. As more time went on she started feeling stupid, spying on a crying girl when she could be doing something better. She was just about to close the door when Elene suddenly shifted, Ariel grasped her Talent ready to intervene. Nothing happened. Then Ariel noticed Elenes back slowly rise, then fall, then rise again, she was asleep. Closing the door Ariel could only hope her luck wasn't running out./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;" Taking a deep breath, her fingers gripped the knife. Her grip tightened, felt the slight pull and release as the scabbard released the knife. She would have to be quick, at any moment a Sister might appear and make the decision for her. She just had to cut the throat, just like the Khalidorian. Her hand didn't move. emGod. /emShe shut her eyes, then tighter as tears began welling up. A sniffle chocked her her heavy breathing for a moment as she gathered strength./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;" - emNo./em The word punched the wind out of her, but a spark of guilt flared up inside her. She knew this wasn't what the God wanted and she'd been disobedient the whole way here, but./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;" "Have I not suffered enough?" She didn't know if Vi might wake up or a Sister might hear her, but a small part of her now wanted the choice taken away from her. Through tear-filled eyes, she looked around for an answer, a message, absolution, anything, but there was nothing there. Only the same white wall, the same beds, and Vi. Vi, the woman who had killed Jarl. Vi, who had kidnapped Uly. Vi, who had stolen Kylar. Elenes anger flared up again. Thinking about how she'd ringed him when he was unconscious made her feel hate. Pure, unadulterated hate. For a moment she was ready to not only kill her, but repay the suffering with something worse./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;" Then the moment was over, and the hate bled out of her as fast as it had flared up and she slumped into the chair beside the bed. Looking around the mostly empty desk, she felt empty. She knew the Gods will, even though he hadn't answered her he was still there. She had a choice to make. Continue to disobey, extract justice and make Vi pay, or obey. The choice was hers and hers alone, the god wouldn't make it for her. She still wanted to make Vi pay, but she knew what she would choose in the end. How could she demand justice for suffering from someone who'd gone through so much suffering herself? Suffering Elene could only imagine. But it wasn't right. emHad Vi not deserved suffering after all she'd done? if not then, at least now?/em Elene knew her argument was hollow. She desperately wanted to hate Vi, make her pay, but she couldn't. There was no justice here, and even didn't know if she could have carried it out. The knife clattered to the ground./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;" emBut it's not right./em The God was supposed to lift the downtrodden? The suffering? Elene didn't know if she'd lost Kylar, only that something had been stolen that could never be returned. Their relationship would never be what she'd dreamed of, what she'd longed after, what it would have been. She buried her face into her arms as a new wave of tears and sadness washed over her filling the emptiness. The immense feeling of loss was only slightly shared with a feeling of regret, not over letting Vi live, but the choices she'd made in Caernarvon. Elene would never have that chance back./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;" Over by the stairs a tense minute passed. Sister Ariel didn't relax before she was certain the knife was no longer a part of Elenes world. She released her talent, but stayed a moment longer, not entirely certain she could trust the woman. As more time went on she started feeling stupid, spying on a crying girl when she could be doing something better. She was just about to close the door when Elene suddenly shifted, Ariel grasped her Talent ready to intervene. Nothing happened. Then Ariel noticed Elenes back slowly rise, then fall, then rise again, she was asleep. Closing the door Ariel could only hope her luck wasn't running out./span/p