!qw2cdBTZAc 03/31/11(Thu)04:50 No.14426766|
"No, he wouldn't." You say, putting the knife back down on your wooden plate gently as you set it to the side. The two of them relax somewhat, as you lean back, your right hand pushing off of your bed as you rise to your feet, sending the plate clattering to the ground and the pillows your bed had been stuffed with flying in every direction. Sakhen catches one, reflexively.
"That's right, you'd do it." You say, your voice higher and erratic as you stomp over to them, much more loudly than you would have before your injury. You lean over into Ata's face, your teeth bared as you speak, scowling, and turn to Sakhen as well. "Now. Tell me. Why did you disobey our master's edict? The one about Kresis requiring no further punishment?!" You shout, loud enough that Someone Outside of the Room could easily hear you.
"W-we didn't want to..." Ata says.
"You." You say, grabbing one of the nearby chairs that no one is occupying.
"Do not." You swing it, your grip tightening on it as you spin away from the two on your good leg.
"LIE TO ME!" The chair flies across the room, bouncing off of the wall with a clatter. Sakhen whimpers.
"Okay! I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Ata wanted to do it, I just held him down." He says, cracking.
"Sakhen! Thunlin's ghost, you snitch!" Ata says, betrayed.
"Why? Was him being forced to cut his own leg off, and being dealt out pain by our own master not enough?" You ask him, feeling the air around your head get a bit warmer.
"We're not the only ones. The others, a bit group of them came and took his leg, threw it into the fire." Ata says, looking over at Sakhen. "He pleaded with them not to, said he wanted to have it buried, that it was a disgrace to burn it. Despite the master saying he could have whatever he wanted done with it!"
Sakhen looks shocked at first, then is quiet.