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A reprieve from the madness... I guess?
"What's the matter with you!?" Sabre angrily reacted as he moved from a table.
"Please, please, please release Vertha, " Elora said as tears and saliva covered her mouth, "He deserves peace."
"Why does he deserve peace?" Sabre remarked while staring at Vertha with contempt, "Do you think I got to live a peaceful existence, NO! Watching my mother die will haunt me until the day I die. And even when I did kill those murdering bandit-bastards, fate handed me a new deal. Face it! Whether you like it or not, he's under my control until I die."
"Why are you doing this to me? I never wanted to be a soldier – I wanted to live a peaceful existence, " Elora replied in a saddened voice.
"I know. Wanted the same as you – wished we could see eye-to-eye. I wanted to show you that peace is unattainable without control, but you're too naive, Elora."
The restrained Evvud leaned forward as the bindings tightened. Her eyes swiftly changed colour: “I don't need a lecture from my partners’ murderer!”
“And you're stubborn as hell. I love you! That's why it breaks me to watch you die by my hands,” He said sincerely.
“W-what?” Elora asked in pure shock.
“Well, you're too much of a threat – can't keep you alive.”
“You're a weak, treacherous bastard! Why haven't you already killed me!? Why do you want me to suffer?” Elora demanded to know as tears rolled down her face.
Ignoring her, Sabre turned away and walked back over to his table and continued using a pestle to grind small orange stones. Elora yelled aggressively – demanding that he answer her questions. She thrashed, kicked and swore profanity at the top of her lungs. Eventually, Sabre picked up a thin line of rope, walking over to Elora in complete silence. Elora desperately stretched her head back as he reached out and held her down to wrap the coarse material around her mouth. The livid Redhead angrily mumbled incomprehensible words as Sabre went back to crushing the bright minerals into a fine powder.
"Why is he keeping me alive?" Elora thought to herself as she watched him grind the mysterious ingredient, "A rose moonstone, maybe? What could he make with that?"
"What's the matter with you!?" Sabre angrily reacted as he moved from a table.
"Please, please, please release Vertha, " Elora said as tears and saliva covered her mouth, "He deserves peace."
"Why does he deserve peace?" Sabre remarked while staring at Vertha with contempt, "Do you think I got to live a peaceful existence, NO! Watching my mother die will haunt me until the day I die. And even when I did kill those murdering bandit-bastards, fate handed me a new deal. Face it! Whether you like it or not, he's under my control until I die."
"Why are you doing this to me? I never wanted to be a soldier – I wanted to live a peaceful existence, " Elora replied in a saddened voice.
"I know. Wanted the same as you – wished we could see eye-to-eye. I wanted to show you that peace is unattainable without control, but you're too naive, Elora."
The restrained Evvud leaned forward as the bindings tightened. Her eyes swiftly changed colour: “I don't need a lecture from my partners’ murderer!”
“And you're stubborn as hell. I love you! That's why it breaks me to watch you die by my hands,” He said sincerely.
“W-what?” Elora asked in pure shock.
“Well, you're too much of a threat – can't keep you alive.”
“You're a weak, treacherous bastard! Why haven't you already killed me!? Why do you want me to suffer?” Elora demanded to know as tears rolled down her face.
Ignoring her, Sabre turned away and walked back over to his table and continued using a pestle to grind small orange stones. Elora yelled aggressively – demanding that he answer her questions. She thrashed, kicked and swore profanity at the top of her lungs. Eventually, Sabre picked up a thin line of rope, walking over to Elora in complete silence. Elora desperately stretched her head back as he reached out and held her down to wrap the coarse material around her mouth. The livid Redhead angrily mumbled incomprehensible words as Sabre went back to crushing the bright minerals into a fine powder.
"Why is he keeping me alive?" Elora thought to herself as she watched him grind the mysterious ingredient, "A rose moonstone, maybe? What could he make with that?"
