He doesn’t seem to hate her as she admits she would have just killed the thing. It wasn’t necessarily out of a lack of compassion though, and perhaps that’s what makes the response acceptable. Weaver doesn’t kill for fun, has never killed for fun. She kills to survive, to eat, to live to see another day. She doesn’t blink an eye at it, not anymore, though her first life had been hard to take. The second was the hardest though, because she knew what was coming, knew what it was like to watch the life leave the eyes of something so very alive only a moment before. After that, it got easier. Eventually, it became no different than walking or breathing or having sex, just a part of the things she did. Perhaps it should bother her more that killing doesn’t bother her now, but maybe it’s just a fact of survival.
Or maybe there’s something a little twisted about it. Korbin hated killing, despite the fact he knew how. It is why she does most of the hunting and he most of the trading. They were simply better off that way, each taking on the tasks they performed the best. Was it wrong that she killed with ease now? She’d learned to trap, which was her preferred method of hunting. It’s not as if you could sit out in the below freezing temps of Halo just waiting for prey to stumble along, and besides, she didn’t have to watch the animal die sometimes. Sometimes she was lucky and the trap killed it. Other times though, she had to do the dirty work. Food was worth it, though.
“Huh,” she says, looking intrigued rather than puzzled. ”I’d heard about that, people just being portaled in from all over. Didn’t happen in Halo though, we’ve just been trapped there.” It really does seem like the better deal, and the more she learns, the more she begins to worry about what might be in store for them. Halo was hell enough, but it was her hell, and it was a known hell. Whatever was going on in the Grounds and now the Greatwood, she didn’t particularly want it making its way to her home.
And yet the more she learned the more it seemed so very inevitable.
”Sometimes magic is best not thought about too much.” she ways with a slight quirk to her head, a hint of a raised brow. ”It’s not a thing that makes sense. You shouldn’t be able to heal, but you can. Doesn’t make sense, doesn’t have to. The truth of it is simply that you can heal, and the truth of it is enough.” She didn’t get involved with the gods, not really, or put much thought into where they came from, why they cared about the humans living in their land, why they even allowed humans to keep living. It seemed as if they could simply take it all away, and yet events suggested they were not all powerful, just more powerful. There was a difference.
He apologizes for not introducing himself, and she waves a hand to say it’s fine. Clearly she doesn’t much care for manners, given that she’d given no name herself and hadn’t even really thought of it. That said, she is not rude, and she returns the piece of information to him as is custom. ”Weaver,” she offers. ”You live around here now?” Hands spread, gesturing to the general around them to indicate she means literally around where they are and not, of course, the general continent of Caido. That part she didn’t really need to ask.
Or maybe there’s something a little twisted about it. Korbin hated killing, despite the fact he knew how. It is why she does most of the hunting and he most of the trading. They were simply better off that way, each taking on the tasks they performed the best. Was it wrong that she killed with ease now? She’d learned to trap, which was her preferred method of hunting. It’s not as if you could sit out in the below freezing temps of Halo just waiting for prey to stumble along, and besides, she didn’t have to watch the animal die sometimes. Sometimes she was lucky and the trap killed it. Other times though, she had to do the dirty work. Food was worth it, though.
“Huh,” she says, looking intrigued rather than puzzled. ”I’d heard about that, people just being portaled in from all over. Didn’t happen in Halo though, we’ve just been trapped there.” It really does seem like the better deal, and the more she learns, the more she begins to worry about what might be in store for them. Halo was hell enough, but it was her hell, and it was a known hell. Whatever was going on in the Grounds and now the Greatwood, she didn’t particularly want it making its way to her home.
And yet the more she learned the more it seemed so very inevitable.
”Sometimes magic is best not thought about too much.” she ways with a slight quirk to her head, a hint of a raised brow. ”It’s not a thing that makes sense. You shouldn’t be able to heal, but you can. Doesn’t make sense, doesn’t have to. The truth of it is simply that you can heal, and the truth of it is enough.” She didn’t get involved with the gods, not really, or put much thought into where they came from, why they cared about the humans living in their land, why they even allowed humans to keep living. It seemed as if they could simply take it all away, and yet events suggested they were not all powerful, just more powerful. There was a difference.
He apologizes for not introducing himself, and she waves a hand to say it’s fine. Clearly she doesn’t much care for manners, given that she’d given no name herself and hadn’t even really thought of it. That said, she is not rude, and she returns the piece of information to him as is custom. ”Weaver,” she offers. ”You live around here now?” Hands spread, gesturing to the general around them to indicate she means literally around where they are and not, of course, the general continent of Caido. That part she didn’t really need to ask.
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-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
