Mr. Lucien saved me.
Emryk furrowed his brow, rolled his shoulders, and nodded. After a moment, he looked to the girl, standing up with the body to tuck against his bare chest. What could he say, to something like that? Doubtless something she'd heard before; the girl had been on the Truth Teller, after all. Even as a young girl, she'd been privy to morally repugnant acts by those she considered her caretakers. It was unconscionable to place a child on that ship...
... and for her to remain here, too. There was kindness, here, but what was kindness in the face of brutality like this?
Quietly, he set the corpse down for a moment, kneeling before Pris and keeping his hands upon one leg. His gaze softened as he looked upon her-- how could it not?-- and a gentle sigh fell from his maw. "I know. I know he did-- and I am thankful to have you with us." His address was softer than Alys' reproach, and his hand fell to her shoulder-- nearly encapsulating her entire arm, with the size of his great mitts-- to give a singular pat. "Awful men can do good deeds. Just as good men can do awful deeds. I'm sure you know that, but the question you must ask yourself is-- would a good man do this?" Emryk asked, gesturing to the covered contours of Leo's cadaver. "Do not think you owe him anything for saving you; it was the right thing to do, and I am thankful he did it, but I am sure that anyone else on the Nox would have done the same."
He hoped.
And then he stood, cradling the boy's corpse and moving past with a soft, melancholic smile. It faded as he passed, his gaze leveling with Alys as they departed for the furnace room. The gentle features of his face hardened into vacancy and ire as he walked, footsteps brief.
"To answer your question. I found Naveen roaming the alleyways in Leimor, preying on some woman," Emryk stated, his grip subconsciously tightening about Leo. "I beat him for it. Brought him back to the ship to chain up; he's probably out there now, licking his wounds and feeding."
The disgust was evident in his tone, his gaze creased with no small measure of absolute revulsion. The things he'd said about Emer-- the subtle threats he'd made against her. Emryk had not forgotten.
"I will not make the same mistake twice."
Emryk furrowed his brow, rolled his shoulders, and nodded. After a moment, he looked to the girl, standing up with the body to tuck against his bare chest. What could he say, to something like that? Doubtless something she'd heard before; the girl had been on the Truth Teller, after all. Even as a young girl, she'd been privy to morally repugnant acts by those she considered her caretakers. It was unconscionable to place a child on that ship...
... and for her to remain here, too. There was kindness, here, but what was kindness in the face of brutality like this?
Quietly, he set the corpse down for a moment, kneeling before Pris and keeping his hands upon one leg. His gaze softened as he looked upon her-- how could it not?-- and a gentle sigh fell from his maw. "I know. I know he did-- and I am thankful to have you with us." His address was softer than Alys' reproach, and his hand fell to her shoulder-- nearly encapsulating her entire arm, with the size of his great mitts-- to give a singular pat. "Awful men can do good deeds. Just as good men can do awful deeds. I'm sure you know that, but the question you must ask yourself is-- would a good man do this?" Emryk asked, gesturing to the covered contours of Leo's cadaver. "Do not think you owe him anything for saving you; it was the right thing to do, and I am thankful he did it, but I am sure that anyone else on the Nox would have done the same."
He hoped.
And then he stood, cradling the boy's corpse and moving past with a soft, melancholic smile. It faded as he passed, his gaze leveling with Alys as they departed for the furnace room. The gentle features of his face hardened into vacancy and ire as he walked, footsteps brief.
"To answer your question. I found Naveen roaming the alleyways in Leimor, preying on some woman," Emryk stated, his grip subconsciously tightening about Leo. "I beat him for it. Brought him back to the ship to chain up; he's probably out there now, licking his wounds and feeding."
The disgust was evident in his tone, his gaze creased with no small measure of absolute revulsion. The things he'd said about Emer-- the subtle threats he'd made against her. Emryk had not forgotten.
"I will not make the same mistake twice."