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“Just because someone’s loved doesn’t mean that they deserve to live. It just means they’ll have someone to avenge them when they finally do get what they deserve, unlike the one who’s truly alone in the world,” Jael said, responding to her comment. “But you’re right—some people do deserve to die. But what gives any of us any right to inflict that justice? It’s one thing if someone’s hurt you personally, but it’s another thing to go around killing anyone they believe should die, or simply because they’re having a bad day.” Jael was thinking back on the old man again, remembering what he’d done. He’d once believed it was okay to just kill if he thought it was right, uncaring of the consequences. Vitium had told him to kill, and so he never thought anything of it. And while given the proper situation he would probably kill again, the boy didn’t hold such an indifference to the taking of lives anymore as he once had.
He’d thought he was doing the man a favor until the life faded from his eyes, final expression still readable in his features—fear and regret thrilled him to the point of no return, until he ran away, wishing to take back what he’d done, but knowing he was utterly incapable. The sun rose and he knew the man would never see another morning all because of him and not because his time was truly up. Jael wasn’t God, and he didn’t wish to even pretend to play the part. It wasn’t his place to decide whether someone should live or die. Granted, he did wish to kill his father for what he’d done, and inner conflict filled him because of this, knowingly turning him into a hypocrite. But he’d never kill another wolf or coyote for no reason—it just wasn’t a part of his nature. He thought of his sire when he thought of someone he wished would cease to exist in this world, not Kaena. Affection had already grown toward the ashen woman despite having barely known her, and he didn’t wish to see her dead before her time. Even then he’d probably mourn her loss, for there weren’t many given to the living that they could honestly come to love and adore in their short lifetime.
His own siblings despised him and voiced their desire to see him dead. His mother was missing and unknown, and his sire was.. well, Jael wouldn’t miss the man if his time abruptly came to an end.
“Just because someone’s loved doesn’t mean that they deserve to live. It just means they’ll have someone to avenge them when they finally do get what they deserve, unlike the one who’s truly alone in the world,” Jael said, responding to her comment. “But you’re right—some people do deserve to die. But what gives any of us any right to inflict that justice? It’s one thing if someone’s hurt you personally, but it’s another thing to go around killing anyone they believe should die, or simply because they’re having a bad day.” Jael was thinking back on the old man again, remembering what he’d done. He’d once believed it was okay to just kill if he thought it was right, uncaring of the consequences. Vitium had told him to kill, and so he never thought anything of it. And while given the proper situation he would probably kill again, the boy didn’t hold such an indifference to the taking of lives anymore as he once had.
He’d thought he was doing the man a favor until the life faded from his eyes, final expression still readable in his features—fear and regret thrilled him to the point of no return, until he ran away, wishing to take back what he’d done, but knowing he was utterly incapable. The sun rose and he knew the man would never see another morning all because of him and not because his time was truly up. Jael wasn’t God, and he didn’t wish to even pretend to play the part. It wasn’t his place to decide whether someone should live or die. Granted, he did wish to kill his father for what he’d done, and inner conflict filled him because of this, knowingly turning him into a hypocrite. But he’d never kill another wolf or coyote for no reason—it just wasn’t a part of his nature. He thought of his sire when he thought of someone he wished would cease to exist in this world, not Kaena. Affection had already grown toward the ashen woman despite having barely known her, and he didn’t wish to see her dead before her time. Even then he’d probably mourn her loss, for there weren’t many given to the living that they could honestly come to love and adore in their short lifetime.
His own siblings despised him and voiced their desire to see him dead. His mother was missing and unknown, and his sire was.. well, Jael wouldn’t miss the man if his time abruptly came to an end.