The Broken Skies Chapter 23: The Danger And The Doomed
āDo you enjoy killing?ā
āI enjoy winning. But never the kill itself,ā he answered, pensive and grave. āIt is a means to an end to me, and nothing more.ā
Aloy nodded, gliding her thumb against the edge of her blade while she swam across the murky pool of marred memories in her mind.
āWell Nil does⦠and so did I.ā
There.
She finally said it.
And it was so much easier to admit to Hekarro than she thought it would be.
āI liked killing bandits and rapers because they deserved it. I liked to see them hurt like they hurt many others. And I liked to see the look on their faces before I ended their lives when they thought they would be ending mine.ā She quivered, not daring to look up and meet him in the eye.
āYou speak as if you are ashamed of it.ā Hekarro hummed without a single note of admonition.
āI am ashamed,ā she snapped. āBecause I know better. I know the difference between whatās wrong and what is right and ending a life, no matter how justified⦠should never be fun.ā
To that much, Hekarro could agree. And yet to another end, he could not follow. He exhaled deeply, careful in his every chosen word.
āI am not like you, Aloy. I do not believe in good or evil, nor do I care for what is wrong and what is right;. There is no such thing,ā he whispered, grazing her scared cheek with a calloused thumb. āI believe in living for a greater purpose, bleeding for what I love, and destroying anything that dares hurt or threaten what is mine.ā
-The Broken Skies by Maelove 21
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