Anung Un Rama.
“ No offence, but it’s not my job to think about whatever vendetta your kind and the humans had however many centuries ago. I’m a here and now kinda guy, and all I saw was you and your pal siccing a bunch of tooth fairies on a group of people who did NOTHING to you. ”
Great. This was exactly the kinda navel-gazing, thinking man type crap that Red did his best not to think about. He brings the half-spent cigar back to his lips —- drawing deeply and exhaling at a distinctly leisurely pace. STALLING. Not that he doubted himself, or his actions. Just trying to put off a conversation he REALLY did not want to have.
“ Believe it or not, I’m not entirely unsympathetic. I’m sure you had your reasons. But, pal, when even your own SISTER and FATHER are willing to fight to stop you, you gotta wonder if you’re really fighting the good fight. “
‘ they have become weak. mere pets to their kind, like you. ’ hose nose was offended by chemicals and smoke, ochre gaze swinging upward from its place along black tar. whether or not this DEMON would wax poetic here and now, the truth was simple. he, raised by man, would continue to side with them. one of them, perhaps, in some delude way.
the elven prince had seen many a war. many a forest cut down despite their treaty, and faerie creatures near and far were forced to flea or give up their lives. what were they to do ? place a glamour on their bodies and disappear into the crowd ? hide for the sake of a survival that was, by all means, their RITE ? he would not stop until his people could know peace between the boughs of light and dark. until the golden army had slaughtered just as many as THEM as they continued to mow down in heinous numbers. ‘ when they come for you and they will, demon, what choice will you act upon ? ’
