The Fishing Hamlet really has the potential to be the absolute best source for angst in fan-fic and headcanon territory, honestly. I mean, just imagine how the scholars and hunters must have felt when they realized what they were really doing and how bad it actually was?
Some of them might have just turned utterly cruel out of “necessity” and went berserk, torturing and murdering the villagers, digging into their skulls in search of eyes.
Others, like Maria, probably got sick and just completely lost heart after realizing that their hands were stained with innocent blood. Maybe they deserted, abandoning their weapons, forever scarred with guilt.
Others could have been in denial, trying to convince themselves that the massacre was for the greater good, that the villagers weren’t really people…they were just more beasts…right? It was just research. Harmless research.
And just think…how many villagers died, how many hunters were lost? How many went blood-drunk or mad? How many suffered under the Orphan’s rage?
I just like to imagine that the people at Byrgenwerth were fairly innocent until that very mission. That was their turning point. That was when they went dark, and it became clear that many among them would be willing to go to extreme lengths to achieve their goals.
The fishing villagers were just the first victims, and I like to imagine that’s where the whole dilemma about the nature of the beasts began. That was when they realized that every beast was once a human, and killing them was actually a big deal.
The villagers, who were more like mutated humans than fully-transformed beasts, revealed the connection…and every scholar and hunter involved either had to accept it, hide the secret, and move on as if nothing were different, or else they would truly have to face the consequences of their actions. Sadly, it seems most did not choose the latter. And so the Fishing Village remained their great hidden sin.
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