03-12-2009, 06:31 PM
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Onus didn't really do what he did for anyone. Though if it was for anyone it was for innocent little children like her. Those that had done nothing wrong and didn't deserve to be exposed to the slimy fingers of the criminals of the world. Grasping and reaching to mar everything that was good. Though a part of him did it for people who he judged as good. They had lived respectable lives and they also didn't deserve to be plagued by such things. For him though there were only two kinds of people: good and bad. There wasn't any gray area with him. You were one or the other. True, some bad people didn't deserved to be punished as harshly as others, but they all deserved punishment. No one else was giving it to them, so he did. Well, she was a smart (or at least observant) little pup. Of course she had asked that question just to be sure, but it was clear to anyone who watched him that he could see. It was true enough that some blind canines' ears became so sensitive it was almost like they could see with them. But Onus' vision was not at all diminished. He didn't blind himself to the ugly parts of the world. He may have been the only one willing to look into the deep black pit of the world. Some liked to ignore it. Pretend it wasn't there. And he judged them fools. Her next question was odd and unexpected. Such a dark thought for such a small girl. The truth was he had never thought about drowning. The man had always expected to die in battle. Sometime in the future when his body wasn't as fast as it once had been. Missed a step or a dodge. Stumbled. Then it would be over. Because he would never stop. Could never stop. "No. Have you?" What would make a child think of drowning?  |