01-23-2012, 04:45 PM
Hadley was silent. Perhaps he was mute. Or, more likely, he was simply afraid of Amy or not permitted to speak. As the slaver spoke, Sebastian debated whether he should kill her or not. He took the plate of meat as it was offered, thanking Amy quietly and looking to where Hadley lingered in the background, uttering soft thanks to him as well. Slaves deserved to be be freed. Failing that, they should be treated with respect and dignity. He strongly doubted that Amy had ever uttered a truly kind word to Hadley, or anyone.
He inclined his head, brooding. "True," he said peacefully, taking a bite of the meat. It was quite good, rare and juicy, if unseasoned. "But desperation in the heat of the moment can lead a man to do terrible things. It doesn't have to be premeditated. Especially if he is justified, or believes he is." His saffron eyes flickered to Hadley's bulky figure in the background. "All it takes is one bad day to send the most reasonable of men to insanity. A slave..." He paused for a moment, his thoughtful gaze on the window.
"It would require quite a good judge of character to be sure that a slave would not kill his master. Even then, all it takes is for their will to resurface for just a moment, if their situation is desperate enough, or their will is strong enough. They snap." Sebastian tore into the meat with relish, the blood staining the white fur on his muzzle, running down to his neck and chest.
"Such cases tend to end with one of them lying on the ground, mutilated beyond recognition. I've witnessed the aftermath of one such case. The slave in question had served the Aquilina for years, rowing their gondolas across Venezia. All it took was one strike with an oar." Sebastian shrugged, inwardly delighted to be telling horror stories once more- even if the stories in question were not especially horrific. "Well, one strike was all it took. Judging from the body, quite a few more were inflicted."
Sebastian took a delicate nibble of the steak, eyes running appreciatively across Hadley for a few seconds before returning to Amy. "Have you ever witnessed such an occurrence?" he asked cheerfully, completely unperturbed by the fate of that unlucky Aquilina member.
He inclined his head, brooding. "True," he said peacefully, taking a bite of the meat. It was quite good, rare and juicy, if unseasoned. "But desperation in the heat of the moment can lead a man to do terrible things. It doesn't have to be premeditated. Especially if he is justified, or believes he is." His saffron eyes flickered to Hadley's bulky figure in the background. "All it takes is one bad day to send the most reasonable of men to insanity. A slave..." He paused for a moment, his thoughtful gaze on the window.
"It would require quite a good judge of character to be sure that a slave would not kill his master. Even then, all it takes is for their will to resurface for just a moment, if their situation is desperate enough, or their will is strong enough. They snap." Sebastian tore into the meat with relish, the blood staining the white fur on his muzzle, running down to his neck and chest.
"Such cases tend to end with one of them lying on the ground, mutilated beyond recognition. I've witnessed the aftermath of one such case. The slave in question had served the Aquilina for years, rowing their gondolas across Venezia. All it took was one strike with an oar." Sebastian shrugged, inwardly delighted to be telling horror stories once more- even if the stories in question were not especially horrific. "Well, one strike was all it took. Judging from the body, quite a few more were inflicted."
Sebastian took a delicate nibble of the steak, eyes running appreciatively across Hadley for a few seconds before returning to Amy. "Have you ever witnessed such an occurrence?" he asked cheerfully, completely unperturbed by the fate of that unlucky Aquilina member.