Pai Chan
Elder Member
That last question had Charlotte puzzled. It seemed like a riddle and the last thing the mercenary needed was more mind games. But just in case the words were more literal than Charlotte thought, she decided to leave the blinders on Sisceal for now. They were now being watched and like it or not the enemy had almost every advantage. So she had to act properly while in their playing field until the tides could be turned.
Charlotte picked up the keys and grabbed Sisceal's wrist as she started to lead them out of the gate.
"I'd appreciate it if you don't openly question my motives, right now." Charlotte voiced in a hushed tone. "You are way out of your element and like it or not, it's on me to get us out of here. Next time you ever snap at me like that, again, I'm leaving you here to the zealots. I'm sure they'd trade a replacement to that girl for my walking out of here." She continued to guide them forward making sure she called out any potential tripping hazards along the way. Charlotte was beginning to feel less like a renowned assassin and more like an escort. The type of job she hated most. She hated, needing to not only look out for herself but someone else as well. It was a huge distraction, and Charlotte cared for her own well being much more than anyone else's.
So then why was she in this situation, now? She could have ditched the man time and time again. Could have killed him several times over and been free of the extra weight of looking out for another person. The woman could ask herself, "why?" time and time again but that was only because it distracted her from the answer. An answer she rather not reflect back on. An answer she thought she buried deep back into the darkest corner of her mind. But Sisceal brought it, clawing, back. So while a part of her wanted to be rid of the burden of escorting someone another part of her wanted to see this through. For redemption? As some sort of apology as if this would completely clean the slate? Certainly not, but Charlotte hoped she could, once again, bury the memories once this was all done. And, this time, for good...
Charlotte picked up the keys and grabbed Sisceal's wrist as she started to lead them out of the gate.
"I'd appreciate it if you don't openly question my motives, right now." Charlotte voiced in a hushed tone. "You are way out of your element and like it or not, it's on me to get us out of here. Next time you ever snap at me like that, again, I'm leaving you here to the zealots. I'm sure they'd trade a replacement to that girl for my walking out of here." She continued to guide them forward making sure she called out any potential tripping hazards along the way. Charlotte was beginning to feel less like a renowned assassin and more like an escort. The type of job she hated most. She hated, needing to not only look out for herself but someone else as well. It was a huge distraction, and Charlotte cared for her own well being much more than anyone else's.
So then why was she in this situation, now? She could have ditched the man time and time again. Could have killed him several times over and been free of the extra weight of looking out for another person. The woman could ask herself, "why?" time and time again but that was only because it distracted her from the answer. An answer she rather not reflect back on. An answer she thought she buried deep back into the darkest corner of her mind. But Sisceal brought it, clawing, back. So while a part of her wanted to be rid of the burden of escorting someone another part of her wanted to see this through. For redemption? As some sort of apology as if this would completely clean the slate? Certainly not, but Charlotte hoped she could, once again, bury the memories once this was all done. And, this time, for good...