[If he didn't before, he does now. His face fell at the proud
amorality on display. Ted felt utterly betrayed. When Namur
leaned forward, Ted wondered if Namur wasn't being better than his philosophy,
and offering up his own head as punishment for his treacherous talk.]
[Far be it from Ted to refuse him. His feelings grew cold, then hot, as he
contended with the death of the fishman he thought he knew, and the
betrayal of the one now. With life-fiber speed, he thrust out his legs and
swung upwards, striking at the proffered chin, just where Ted was hit, and
transitioning from his sitting position to a standing one, body bent
forward with indignation.]
That almost makes us even! God help you if you're not a liar! What the hell was that just then, Namur?
I so much as mentioned slavery and you were ready to Crusade with the best
of them, denouncing with zealous fervor! Now you have the gall to sit here
and say you don't care about right and wrong, except whatever
milk-and-water pabulum you've made for yourself. You don't have the right
to be angry; not half so much as I do! Where do you get off making me think
you actually had a conscience? [So hurt, so disappointed. And in the
heat of the moment, Ted wanted to hurt in kind. He wanted to see the fire
that had made even a pirate, for one glorious moment, speak out with the
light of the prophets who condemned the world.]
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Re: action
Date: 2016-08-27 01:14 am (UTC)[If he didn't before, he does now. His face fell at the proud amorality on display. Ted felt utterly betrayed. When Namur leaned forward, Ted wondered if Namur wasn't being better than his philosophy, and offering up his own head as punishment for his treacherous talk.]
[Far be it from Ted to refuse him. His feelings grew cold, then hot, as he contended with the death of the fishman he thought he knew, and the betrayal of the one now. With life-fiber speed, he thrust out his legs and swung upwards, striking at the proffered chin, just where Ted was hit, and transitioning from his sitting position to a standing one, body bent forward with indignation.]
That almost makes us even! God help you if you're not a liar! What the hell was that just then, Namur? I so much as mentioned slavery and you were ready to Crusade with the best of them, denouncing with zealous fervor! Now you have the gall to sit here and say you don't care about right and wrong, except whatever milk-and-water pabulum you've made for yourself. You don't have the right to be angry; not half so much as I do! Where do you get off making me think you actually had a conscience? [So hurt, so disappointed. And in the heat of the moment, Ted wanted to hurt in kind. He wanted to see the fire that had made even a pirate, for one glorious moment, speak out with the light of the prophets who condemned the world.]
Slavery's too good for you!