218 Near Disasters

[cal_sitter]

I'm not a forgiving man. Mercy, for all of its moral value, gets you killed. It's a luxury, or at times a practical tool. Opportunities to exercise it can be rare. When each day threatens the death of those close to you, you soon learn to recognize when forgiveness is a waste of your time

Comments

[winewomenand]

Gods, forgiveness. What an idiotic idea. I've gotten over this thing you do, and so let us repair our relationship feeling like we are much better, more good people for it.

It doesn't fly by me. Let us rename it. Shall we call it 'forgetfulness' or shall we call it 'laziness.' A grudge takes up too much energy that could be spent elsewhere.

[winewomenand]

Honestly, that might be a good idea. It would keep me from having to wade through all of this fluffy forgiveness bullcaca going on today.

[cal_sitter]

As long as you're finished drinking yourself blind by 10:30. I have an appointment to keep.

[winewomenand]

An appointment?

[cal_sitter]

Promise and I have a few things to discuss.

[winewomenand]

Uch. I may be at a loss for words.

[cal_sitter]

That's a surprise. Will you be able to find any if I ask after Ishiah?

[winewomenand]

If his feathery ass is fine enough to be going around fighting with demons then it's good enough for me to resume business as usual.

[cal_sitter]

He should work on his temper.

[winewomenand]

Before I work on it for him.

[cal_sitter]

That's a dire threat coming from you.