Bodille does not know to want, she does not know to ask, nor pray the heathen way: through words and asks and barters. She wants nothing, and so she certainly does not want to not kill him, of that much she is certain. He will die by her hand, as is his fate, and she revels in the fact so earnestly it blurs the lines of duty, right and whim. Is that enough? What use would there be in surviving to a rotting world, as its last pair of starving maggots? reward / e4-e5















