33 - Rage And Hatred

His words were so illogical!

Must she die because he was about to become a sacrifice at the North Border?! Why was she supposed to be affected by him?

“Why can't I go to the Temple and stay with my son? Isn't the Priest your friend?” Maybe he was the man who came to save her from his attack two days ago. It seemed like it. He had spoken like a Priest. “I can stay there till you return.”

“And if I don't.”

What if he dies at the North Border? Well, that should be his concern and not hers? There was no connection that necessitated them being together or that made the death of one, the death of the other between them, except that silly Matebond he was always talking about.

It was a stupid thing, just like she had always said, and his actions were proving it.

If it was as important as he had claimed it to be, he wouldn't be proposing to kill her like he was offering her meat at a discounted price in a market.

He wouldn't be telling her of how butchering her was a favour!

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