[He had, at one point, felt righteous indignation over Bariyan's treatment. He had felt bitterly wronged, deliberately misinterpreted, all of that. But anger turned inward becomes despair, and Koltira's rage is a merciless knife.
He has tried to protect these people, to do right by them, and by Bariyan and Martin most of all. To his mind, these efforts have borne only rotten fruit; they have revealed that his sole use is in the measure of his brutality. Whatever else he wants or struggles to be does not matter.
no subject
No matter. I deserved it.
[He had, at one point, felt righteous indignation over Bariyan's treatment. He had felt bitterly wronged, deliberately misinterpreted, all of that. But anger turned inward becomes despair, and Koltira's rage is a merciless knife.
He has tried to protect these people, to do right by them, and by Bariyan and Martin most of all. To his mind, these efforts have borne only rotten fruit; they have revealed that his sole use is in the measure of his brutality. Whatever else he wants or struggles to be does not matter.
Koltira finishes the drink, and takes another.]
You did not need to come here.