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[div style="max-width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #2e8b57; text-align: left; padding-top: 8px; padding-left: 10px"]HOW DO YOU RUN FROM Y[color=#5d8e93]OUR OWN MIND?
Idiots. Small pebbles rose around the fleshweaver in frustration. Disgusted. "No one- no one here is threatening your children, dumbass. By starting shit- by picking stupid fights, you threaten to bring another war here. You might- you might not know what's that like, but we do. I do. I'm done with idiot's wars." Jervis had been a slaver who didn't know when to stop. Silentgrave killed Kydobi. Stryker hurt and manipulated her friends.
"You- you might be stuck in the past," she snarled. Dante knew nothing. He hadn't been around when the jungle went up in flames. He hadn't been around when she watched Aurum kill Kydobi in front of her. He hadn't been there. "But we've lost friends and family to unnecessary fights."
And there was nothing wrong, not to her, with having connections elsewhere. Family could stretch borders. And from a strategic angle, having those connections meant opportunity to trade. To benefit. It was common sense to encourage those relationships. Bloodthirsty fools. "You dismiss- you dismiss the advantages. Both the material gain- and knowledge. The Pitt worked deals too, and that's what we want to do now. Not easy if everyone hates you." Dumbass.
"And you know what- you know what, Dante? I don't give a shit about some slaver's standards." If Yes Man founded the Pitt, then he was the arrogant fool who founded that barbaric practice. And look where that got them. Pain and death.
And while she believed him. He would die for the Pitt. It hardly changed the way she thought of him. It changed nothing about how he somehow thought he was loyal when he acted without considering his clanmates. Even if he missed the old ways, he should pay attention to what his clanmates wanted too.
Jormungand was not off the hook either, the fury still flaring in her eyes. He still wanted to call Sweeny traitor? Really? "You're the only traitor here, Jormungand. You want- you want to see what someone like you brings to the Pitt? Go visit the burned trees in the jungle. Go visit the Ashen City. That's what you bring your children."
Ash and dust.
[/td][/tr][/table]"You- you might be stuck in the past," she snarled. Dante knew nothing. He hadn't been around when the jungle went up in flames. He hadn't been around when she watched Aurum kill Kydobi in front of her. He hadn't been there. "But we've lost friends and family to unnecessary fights."
And there was nothing wrong, not to her, with having connections elsewhere. Family could stretch borders. And from a strategic angle, having those connections meant opportunity to trade. To benefit. It was common sense to encourage those relationships. Bloodthirsty fools. "You dismiss- you dismiss the advantages. Both the material gain- and knowledge. The Pitt worked deals too, and that's what we want to do now. Not easy if everyone hates you." Dumbass.
"And you know what- you know what, Dante? I don't give a shit about some slaver's standards." If Yes Man founded the Pitt, then he was the arrogant fool who founded that barbaric practice. And look where that got them. Pain and death.
And while she believed him. He would die for the Pitt. It hardly changed the way she thought of him. It changed nothing about how he somehow thought he was loyal when he acted without considering his clanmates. Even if he missed the old ways, he should pay attention to what his clanmates wanted too.
Jormungand was not off the hook either, the fury still flaring in her eyes. He still wanted to call Sweeny traitor? Really? "You're the only traitor here, Jormungand. You want- you want to see what someone like you brings to the Pitt? Go visit the burned trees in the jungle. Go visit the Ashen City. That's what you bring your children."
Ash and dust.
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