[ he can see the conflict surge up in her throat; it patterns discontent
across her face. this issue is not new to her. simon understands
it’s a question of morality - is she betraying her own principles,
does she make herself a hypocrite by spilling blood?not in simon’s mind. not if she kills
for the greater good. ]“They must be important to you.
How do you honour your dead?”[ the disciple looks for answers in his new companion’s face,
curious rather than judgemental, as she too seems to be. ]
[ Alas her conscience is redeemed, he looks at peace with her
answer while unexplained but supposing he wished to accept
his own reality- justifying killing for certain cause or under
certain conditions must’ve snagged his interest.
Although it mattered not to the pagan,
his opinions were his own to keep. ]
"All on this planet are important- some
let importance mean far too much to
them though.
I bless them. It may not matter in the
grander scheme of things but to me
if I put their soul to rest before they
die it seemed justified. I also use the
entirely on the body. Not a piece wasted,
even blood has it uses…
Oh and I leave an offering for the spirits.
My cause is just but if I abuse the power
I hold over animals and abuse their
material bodies when I have slain them?
I would be no more than a murderer.“
[ Oh, elderflower berries.
Had that been rude? To mention murder at such a time,
she’d meant no offence and a proud smile remained,
her curiosity brimming for his reaction or any input he might
bestow. ]
"Dakota.”
[ With a merry voice she extends a hand, he seemed honest.
Without prejudice to her beliefs. She likes that. ]