The problem with the world is that everyone is a few drinks behind
He continues, and she listens, still leaning across the bar with her drink in one hand and the cigarette in another. This feels so much more like her in some way, as if she’d always been born for this life and not the one she had been living. Not that she was a bad hunter, but it was a requirement of her life and not a part of her. Hunter was her identity here, but it was not who she wanted to be. Not really. Not even when they were hailed as heroes and treated with so much respect.
She takes a drag of the cigarette as he tells her about his mother. What his father did, how Sunjata was forced to watch. Her face falls, though only slightly, with some understanding there. No one killed her father just to punish her, but she watched him die all the same. You do not come back from that experience the same, and to watch your father kill his wife, your mother… She can only begin to imagine the horror.
”When you got caught as part of the rebellion,” she begins when he pauses, one part of the story not totally adding up, ”were you not removed from your position as the future Arbiter? Could you not leave him?” The question is without judgment, merely trying to understand. Because she would have simply been gone, left her family for the confines of the rebellion instead, to the person she loved and the people who trusted her.
She takes a drag of the cigarette as he tells her about his mother. What his father did, how Sunjata was forced to watch. Her face falls, though only slightly, with some understanding there. No one killed her father just to punish her, but she watched him die all the same. You do not come back from that experience the same, and to watch your father kill his wife, your mother… She can only begin to imagine the horror.
”When you got caught as part of the rebellion,” she begins when he pauses, one part of the story not totally adding up, ”were you not removed from your position as the future Arbiter? Could you not leave him?” The question is without judgment, merely trying to understand. Because she would have simply been gone, left her family for the confines of the rebellion instead, to the person she loved and the people who trusted her.
Weaver
