3: A Reason (Not an Excuse)
(Aun pulls Chax up out of the pit.)
Aun: Sha, you’re heavy! Why did you attack me?
Chax: It was the craisht, a fierce urge! Unghh!
Aun: Don’t drop the rod!
Chax: My blood called me to strike hard and fast, as if all strife that ever was could be decided in one fated blow!
Aun: Must be nice to be so sure of yourself.
(Aun bandages Chax’s arm using his frenting rod as a splint.)
Chax: It is. I achieve much! But I fear now that it is unwise to be too certain...
Aun: Unwise? I thought it was impossible.
Chax: But if I distrust my feelings, I’ll be unable to act! How unsure of myself should I be?
Aun: I’m... Not sure.
(Chax looks at the rod bound to his arm.)
Chax: I walked right into this, didn’t I.
