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Evening Dancer
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I offer her the contact and her eyes go wide, as she snatches it from my finger and puts it in hastily.
"That's uh, not-"
"You didn't see anything, did you?"
"...Nothing that matters to me. I need to mend your pants, could you hand them over?"
She motions for me to turn around and tosses them to me, and I get to work, thinking on the implications of this revelation.
Frankly, very few interbreeding races have eyes like that. Those indicate she has a sort of magical sight that doesn't need irises or pupils or normal eye structure. I'd need more information before pressing forward, but it can be assumed easily that she's not fully purebred human.
Speaking frankly, though, few people are... Only a few people can trace their family line back more than ten steps without running into something nonhuman. Her race doesn't matter to me. She is strong, she is my ally, there is no reason to judge her on those assets.
"What did you see, Sam?" I ask quietly as I mend the pants.
"I saw... A monster. I saw what you are, inside. You bleed, you take your self apart, you cut out your heart so you do not need to listen to it when it does not suit you. You hold a blade, willing to slide it into someone's spine if they give you any reason. You carry a skull, and... and the dead mean nothing to you. You walk on cobblestones lined with the gore of those you harm, you see nothing but what you can gain."
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"Sam, I..."
"You're a monster, Marcus."
I sigh.
"Sam. Who are your parents?"
"What?"
"I told you that paladins cannot see evil. It is true. They cannot detect it, supernaturally. No human can. They are too subjective, too... oriented around opinion and not fact. But Angels are beings of Law, and they can see Evil."
Sam is silent.
"Evil, that is, by the definition of a few very simple terms. The greatest evils are to Work only for oneself and to sacrifice others for your gain. It is true that I aim for something that will net me a great deal of power. It is true that I have left a few... disadvantaged by my methods. But what I do, I do for everyone. I have never considered 'good' or 'evil' in my plans. Merely that I and those around me survive, and that the schools do not crumble and end everything we know."
I rise.
"Your pants."
She takes them from my hand, silent.
"I don't trust you, Marcus Hauler." she says quietly. "But I need your help. And you need mine. And the world needs you."
It comes to my attention that my methods may not be... proper. Am I... Doing the right thing?
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