Everything is normal again
Some of the Titans are giving me odd looks, after what I did to that--that ryni'hss who wore my beloved's face. They have never understood.
I was raised to be a warrior--not merely in drill, for one does not go to the Warlords of Okaara for that. My world had been at war with the Citadel since before the time my parents came together in joy. Had I not been used as the coin to buy peace for our people, I would have stood in the vanguard to drive the invaders from our land and sky. I would have killed and died (if necessary) praising X'hal for every victory.
When I led troops in our civil war, in defense of my parents (all honor to them), I did not use the flat of my sword, for the enemy would not have offered me such discourtesy. I mourned the waste of it, I raged at the insult offered my parents by my own sister's hand, and I made offering to X'hal in memorial to the dead on both sides.
So it will not trouble my sleep to remember that I have slain this creature, this Face, who enthralled me into his bed, who had my son's life in his hands for a week, who wanted me enslaved to his passion. If he is truly slain. A creature like that may even escape the starbolt. It does not matter. If he lives, and he comes near us again, I will not permit him to harm my family. X'hal, requite me against this creature should I fail.
I was raised to be a warrior--not merely in drill, for one does not go to the Warlords of Okaara for that. My world had been at war with the Citadel since before the time my parents came together in joy. Had I not been used as the coin to buy peace for our people, I would have stood in the vanguard to drive the invaders from our land and sky. I would have killed and died (if necessary) praising X'hal for every victory.
When I led troops in our civil war, in defense of my parents (all honor to them), I did not use the flat of my sword, for the enemy would not have offered me such discourtesy. I mourned the waste of it, I raged at the insult offered my parents by my own sister's hand, and I made offering to X'hal in memorial to the dead on both sides.
So it will not trouble my sleep to remember that I have slain this creature, this Face, who enthralled me into his bed, who had my son's life in his hands for a week, who wanted me enslaved to his passion. If he is truly slain. A creature like that may even escape the starbolt. It does not matter. If he lives, and he comes near us again, I will not permit him to harm my family. X'hal, requite me against this creature should I fail.