Darkeye
Nine strikes
"That doesn't change the fact that even if Wessex was there, you gave them a reason to go to war against you in an official way. Yes, I'm lecturing you because you don't want to see your mistake, you didn't think about what consequences it would have. I try to help you and you spit on that. Bastien died, and all that he wanted was exist and you spit on that too." Darkeye was very angry. "You're not a child anymore to be told that everything you do has consequences. Don't try to get out of the affair so cheaply, I'll talk to Wessex. And stop growling at me like a dog for telling you what you don't want to hear."
Darkeye swallowed all his anger and hoped he could still control himself. "First of all, don't point at me, I don't like that. Secondly, I try to stand up for you here, I'm sorry Kor sent me here only now. I am aware that you do not have it easy, but that does not justify such behavior. Do you want to kill all those who are against the Ascended then? Don't spit on the floor in front of me, I have shown you respect, so I demand the same from you." Darkeye's fist clenched.
Darkeye grabbed through his bard, which always helped to calm him down. He crossed his arms. "After this action, it will be difficult to convince them to help you. But I will try, Amun, but then something so careless can never happen again. I will try to mediate. That is all I can offer. I will try to find a peaceful solution with the help of the Ascended or without them. Your eyes are so full of hate that you can't see any other way." Darkeye saw a boy in front of him, not a man.
With pity, he now looked at Amun. "I am very sorry for you Amun. I hope for you that this will change when the war is over and we all live together in peace and harmony." In the eyes of Darkeye, not being able to eat and drink or to age was a curse, not a blessing.
With a quick movement, he hit the armpit with the handle of the dagger, but Amun endured it like a tough veteran. Darkeye realized that his blow did nothing. There was not much left for him to do. He let himself fall backward and used the dagger as a lever. He braced his leg against Amun's chest and tried to hurl it over him.
Darkeye swallowed all his anger and hoped he could still control himself. "First of all, don't point at me, I don't like that. Secondly, I try to stand up for you here, I'm sorry Kor sent me here only now. I am aware that you do not have it easy, but that does not justify such behavior. Do you want to kill all those who are against the Ascended then? Don't spit on the floor in front of me, I have shown you respect, so I demand the same from you." Darkeye's fist clenched.
Darkeye grabbed through his bard, which always helped to calm him down. He crossed his arms. "After this action, it will be difficult to convince them to help you. But I will try, Amun, but then something so careless can never happen again. I will try to mediate. That is all I can offer. I will try to find a peaceful solution with the help of the Ascended or without them. Your eyes are so full of hate that you can't see any other way." Darkeye saw a boy in front of him, not a man.
With pity, he now looked at Amun. "I am very sorry for you Amun. I hope for you that this will change when the war is over and we all live together in peace and harmony." In the eyes of Darkeye, not being able to eat and drink or to age was a curse, not a blessing.
With a quick movement, he hit the armpit with the handle of the dagger, but Amun endured it like a tough veteran. Darkeye realized that his blow did nothing. There was not much left for him to do. He let himself fall backward and used the dagger as a lever. He braced his leg against Amun's chest and tried to hurl it over him.
each for one sin
