Title: Bad Thoughts
(Chax continues to think, while parts of his brain seem to shout at him: Stop thinking about this. Dangerous. STOP.)
Is there truly Precedence?
I recall only mercy. Aun could not be... what the Craisht had told me a Strasmin was; a horned, relentless demon of ferocity.
My many Oistrem comrades had no trouble making the connection. They went forth from Susekho to guard the varied paths, and to fight, and if it wasn’t an Oistrem and it was headed for Botaram, it didn’t much matter whether it had horns; it must be a Strasmin.
And Strasmin were to be slain.
I must have been quite stupid not to reach the same conclusion... But for me it was that gesture that seemed to bypass the Craisht, that reached to my nature and not my education.
It was the weaponless arm, reaching down to help.
Something that showed mercy was not an enemy, and it didn't have horns, so it didn’t much matter which way it was heading.
