On the Road: The Musings of a Rat
#2 of Musings
Well, time to save my character's sorry skin.
As I sit here, watching Narissa nurse the water skin like a babe suckles its mother's teet, all I can do is think; how sad. We think ourselves evolved and unrelated to our more primal relatives, yet when faced with stress or pain we find ourselves relying on the baser parts of our brains. I look at Narissa, ingested poison just to escape the pain, and now nursing the only substance keeping her from death, why speed up the enivatble, if you are to die, you will, no way to circumvent it.
I am no saint, far from it, I rellish the the moments when you lose controll, or when someone gives it up to you. surrendering to the more primal urges can be...envigorating. The feel of another body, claiming it, them as yours and making sure they know who they belong to.
As I stare at the star-crossed lovers, I pitty them, Rust and their relationship. Not Narissa, she made her choice, she chose to leave Rust and end her life. The Goddess gives you life and grants you the mercy of death, who are we to expedite the enevitable and disrupt the Goddess's plans. I can not hold a grudge no matter how much I want to. I do not want Narissa to die, she is a friend and a great ally, her actions have hurt us all, and Rust most of all.