Rising with K'piru in his hands, K'ile turned to look at K'yohko. His expression had lost a great deal of the fury, though it still lay in his eyes. He wasn't sure he'd done the right thing in striking K'yohko, but what else could he have done? He couldn't just let the man speak to K'piru like that. K'yoohko could make all the accusations he wanted against K'ile himself, but K'piru? No. No. That kind of cowardice bred in insects, not in men.
But in of all the lies that K'yohko spoke, there were some lines of truth. Do you know that, K'yohko so-called Nunh? If only you had seen how K'thalen died, you would know just how right you could be, and how wrong. But you won't know, K'yohko. You will never know, for you have no wisdom, and your thoughts do not reach to such places. You do not understand what it is to feel, to love, to desire, to endure. You do not understand, K'yohko, because you do not truly love anyone enough.
K'ile didn't say these things to K'yohko. He just watched the man bleed. And then he watched the man turn away.
Squeezing K'piru tightly, he said, "Forget everything he said, K'piru. I'm going to take care of you. Just... Trust me. I'll do everything I can." he took the woman and carried her away. He might have gone back to camp, but what was there except for death and corpses, and K'yohko and his accusations? Like the tribe seemed to have done when the fire rained down, K'ile took shelter in the cliffs, only this time no fire would follow them there.
He found a secluded place, and he put K'piru down, held her up, tried to get her to look at him. He said, "K'piru, do you understand yet? It's alright that you want to fall apart, because I'm here. And you can take as long as you need. I promised Thalen I'd take care of you, and I will. I promise you that, too."
But in of all the lies that K'yohko spoke, there were some lines of truth. Do you know that, K'yohko so-called Nunh? If only you had seen how K'thalen died, you would know just how right you could be, and how wrong. But you won't know, K'yohko. You will never know, for you have no wisdom, and your thoughts do not reach to such places. You do not understand what it is to feel, to love, to desire, to endure. You do not understand, K'yohko, because you do not truly love anyone enough.
K'ile didn't say these things to K'yohko. He just watched the man bleed. And then he watched the man turn away.
Squeezing K'piru tightly, he said, "Forget everything he said, K'piru. I'm going to take care of you. Just... Trust me. I'll do everything I can." he took the woman and carried her away. He might have gone back to camp, but what was there except for death and corpses, and K'yohko and his accusations? Like the tribe seemed to have done when the fire rained down, K'ile took shelter in the cliffs, only this time no fire would follow them there.
He found a secluded place, and he put K'piru down, held her up, tried to get her to look at him. He said, "K'piru, do you understand yet? It's alright that you want to fall apart, because I'm here. And you can take as long as you need. I promised Thalen I'd take care of you, and I will. I promise you that, too."
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