"Why not?" Craven blurted before he could really stop himself. "Don't tell me you've actually chosen to stay here, like the High Priest ordered. You didn't want to stay here when you were still loyal. Why the sudden change of heart? Why any of this?"
He couldn't help his words slowly rising in volume, either. Slowly sounding more desperate. This just wasn't right. It wasn't how things worked. Wreath shot Craven in the shoulder, and he was going to get off scot-free? Even with torture, with pain, with his bloody eyes being removed - would nothing faze him? Would nothing scare him? If Craven raised his hand and killed Wreath right here and now, would Wreath actually welcome it, even if it wasn't what he actually wanted?
Craven didn't even have the presence of mind to muster up a glare. "Sacrifices? Is that how you see us now? Sacrifices to what?"
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"Why not?" Craven blurted before he could really stop himself. "Don't tell me you've actually chosen to stay here, like the High Priest ordered. You didn't want to stay here when you were still loyal. Why the sudden change of heart? Why any of this?"
He couldn't help his words slowly rising in volume, either. Slowly sounding more desperate. This just wasn't right. It wasn't how things worked. Wreath shot Craven in the shoulder, and he was going to get off scot-free? Even with torture, with pain, with his bloody eyes being removed - would nothing faze him? Would nothing scare him? If Craven raised his hand and killed Wreath right here and now, would Wreath actually welcome it, even if it wasn't what he actually wanted?
Craven didn't even have the presence of mind to muster up a glare. "Sacrifices? Is that how you see us now? Sacrifices to what?"