Kettara curls her lip, though she never waivers, never flinches. But for a moment her red eyes are bright and hateful.
"You are human. What would you know about a good death?"
Humans are all the same. Deceitful and full of spite, with no honor to speak of. She's met none who are different.
At least this one is quick. Kettara breathes with the pain, though she bares her teeth at the air. The first cut barely breaks the skin. The second does its duty.
Her blood runs green down her skin. She breathes through it, watching the human - this Billy - all the while. He's quick about it and that is the only mercy.
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"You are human. What would you know about a good death?"
Humans are all the same. Deceitful and full of spite, with no honor to speak of. She's met none who are different.
At least this one is quick. Kettara breathes with the pain, though she bares her teeth at the air. The first cut barely breaks the skin. The second does its duty.
Her blood runs green down her skin. She breathes through it, watching the human - this Billy - all the while. He's quick about it and that is the only mercy.