Do you get sort of sick pleasure from it you-
Kahn'a smiled.
"Sit, sit." he suggested, almost inviting. He knew she would not heed his word, but he had all the reasons to delay matters as much as possible. Especially because... Kahn'a liked the face he had been given.
"However I would really like some clothes for the long story. Here, I'll give you a sample that should get your attention." Dangerous game he was playing, but at the point he was... It was better than betrayal. Even though during those life-threatening moments, he had truly considered it. Selling his comrades for his life. A part of him, during those instants, had wanted to call them cowards for not facing hardships head on, to hate them. The line of tolerance was a thin thing, doubly so for the Keeper so very wary of others.
"You were right," he started, "We have been set up."
And so Kahn'a started telling the facts. How the Captain had received unsigned orders, specifying that they would go on a mission stripped of their best asset. How he thought this was Redaction being cast on them. How they lost the carriage of Garlean weapons in an ambush. He obviously left all locations out of the tale, he could not endanger them.
"And after we discussed what should be our course of action against this set up, I followed some of them back to Ul'dah, and I-"
The world blinked again, and for the second time, he heard a voice in his head. Had he gone mad? It would have been understandable, no doubt had this frigid bitch broken one too many men, he could have been on of them too. In fact he was about to. But no, the voice.
It was as simple as someone speaking to him. Someone was speaking to him. How, Kahn'a did not have a single clue, but it was happening regardless. Was someone truly coming for him?
The Miqo'te had not realized that he had stopped his story, his jaw hanging as if he was forming more words. He swallowed, and felt a tear roll down his cheek.
"I left them." Kahn'a resumed his story, wet eyes blinking at the woman. A glint of hope shone in this eye, the hope that somebody was moving to get him out. To the lady, it could have easily passed as a hope of redemption, after an especially compromising confession. "I could not support their decision to flee. I left before I could hear more of their so-called plan. I had faith in the Flames."
Kahn'a hung his head. "I genuinely have no idea where they went. I just wanted to save my hide, so I tried to bait Flames to me by throwing my name in the low streets, hoping for a catch. It... It worked."
Kahn'a smiled.
"Sit, sit." he suggested, almost inviting. He knew she would not heed his word, but he had all the reasons to delay matters as much as possible. Especially because... Kahn'a liked the face he had been given.
"However I would really like some clothes for the long story. Here, I'll give you a sample that should get your attention." Dangerous game he was playing, but at the point he was... It was better than betrayal. Even though during those life-threatening moments, he had truly considered it. Selling his comrades for his life. A part of him, during those instants, had wanted to call them cowards for not facing hardships head on, to hate them. The line of tolerance was a thin thing, doubly so for the Keeper so very wary of others.
"You were right," he started, "We have been set up."
And so Kahn'a started telling the facts. How the Captain had received unsigned orders, specifying that they would go on a mission stripped of their best asset. How he thought this was Redaction being cast on them. How they lost the carriage of Garlean weapons in an ambush. He obviously left all locations out of the tale, he could not endanger them.
"And after we discussed what should be our course of action against this set up, I followed some of them back to Ul'dah, and I-"
The world blinked again, and for the second time, he heard a voice in his head. Had he gone mad? It would have been understandable, no doubt had this frigid bitch broken one too many men, he could have been on of them too. In fact he was about to. But no, the voice.
It was as simple as someone speaking to him. Someone was speaking to him. How, Kahn'a did not have a single clue, but it was happening regardless. Was someone truly coming for him?
The Miqo'te had not realized that he had stopped his story, his jaw hanging as if he was forming more words. He swallowed, and felt a tear roll down his cheek.
"I left them." Kahn'a resumed his story, wet eyes blinking at the woman. A glint of hope shone in this eye, the hope that somebody was moving to get him out. To the lady, it could have easily passed as a hope of redemption, after an especially compromising confession. "I could not support their decision to flee. I left before I could hear more of their so-called plan. I had faith in the Flames."
Kahn'a hung his head. "I genuinely have no idea where they went. I just wanted to save my hide, so I tried to bait Flames to me by throwing my name in the low streets, hoping for a catch. It... It worked."
