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The wasting of the human's lives was pointless so I altered time and gave them a second chance. If they chose to lose die a second time, that would be their choice. I however chose for Wesley. After time changed and the others fled, I caused a ripple, grabbed Wesley and left with him to go and find the slayer.
He jerked free of my grasp, blocks from the hotel and glared at me. After calling me insignificant names, he caused us to lose precious time and double back for his metal box on wheels. We climbed inside and began making our way across this wretched city and to the pain, anger, and fear I could feel filling the slayer.
He didn't say anything the entire way and I was glad of it. I had to...think. I did not understand this need, this urge to go to the slayer and prevent her demise at the hands of those underlings. Perhaps I believed that being a warrior means you are afforded the right to die nobly and during battle. Or it's possible that...I felt...obligated to this one human, for one reason or the other.
I glared out the window at the passing lights and creatures and felt...disgused with myself. I am a god-king and I do not feel obligation to any one or thing. In using the slayer for my own purposes, I have inadvertently created a need within myself that I cannot understand or explain. A need that made my skin crawl and flies to live in my mouth.
I should kill her when I set eyes on her...but I know I won't. I will save her life and kill those that threaten her. I will keep her existence from being snuffed out. I will do these things not for her...but for me. And I hate her for it.
He jerked free of my grasp, blocks from the hotel and glared at me. After calling me insignificant names, he caused us to lose precious time and double back for his metal box on wheels. We climbed inside and began making our way across this wretched city and to the pain, anger, and fear I could feel filling the slayer.
He didn't say anything the entire way and I was glad of it. I had to...think. I did not understand this need, this urge to go to the slayer and prevent her demise at the hands of those underlings. Perhaps I believed that being a warrior means you are afforded the right to die nobly and during battle. Or it's possible that...I felt...obligated to this one human, for one reason or the other.
I glared out the window at the passing lights and creatures and felt...disgused with myself. I am a god-king and I do not feel obligation to any one or thing. In using the slayer for my own purposes, I have inadvertently created a need within myself that I cannot understand or explain. A need that made my skin crawl and flies to live in my mouth.
I should kill her when I set eyes on her...but I know I won't. I will save her life and kill those that threaten her. I will keep her existence from being snuffed out. I will do these things not for her...but for me. And I hate her for it.