04-08-2009, 03:29 PM
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I HOLD SECRETS FLAME
Why was this kid so nervous and uncomfortable talking about standing up for himself? Telling a leader about an incident such as that wasn't being a tattle tale, it was simply looking out for yourself and your own sense of safety. If Onus were a leader he would want to know such a thing. Of course that would be some kind of alternate universe where he enjoyed the company of others and wanted to feel responsible for them. As he was all he felt responsible for was fulfilling his cause. Of putting criminals to their punishment as he just had. That was his life.
The vigilante stood stone still as the dyed maw whined about his tirade. That is all it was, whining. Sure, maybe he hadn't been involved in the war and all that went on before joining the clan. But he was part of the clan now. Not wholly responsible for their sins, no, but he needed to learn that joining a group brought a certain weight to his shoulders. Even if the judgment wasn't coming from Onus, it would come from others. At the name Gabriel his ears twitched. "What does this Gabriel look like?" The man assumed that whoever he was, he was the clan's leader.
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Why was this kid so nervous and uncomfortable talking about standing up for himself? Telling a leader about an incident such as that wasn't being a tattle tale, it was simply looking out for yourself and your own sense of safety. If Onus were a leader he would want to know such a thing. Of course that would be some kind of alternate universe where he enjoyed the company of others and wanted to feel responsible for them. As he was all he felt responsible for was fulfilling his cause. Of putting criminals to their punishment as he just had. That was his life.
The vigilante stood stone still as the dyed maw whined about his tirade. That is all it was, whining. Sure, maybe he hadn't been involved in the war and all that went on before joining the clan. But he was part of the clan now. Not wholly responsible for their sins, no, but he needed to learn that joining a group brought a certain weight to his shoulders. Even if the judgment wasn't coming from Onus, it would come from others. At the name Gabriel his ears twitched. "What does this Gabriel look like?" The man assumed that whoever he was, he was the clan's leader.