Lips like Morphine

Sitri was much like Creidne in his own way, but i twasn't that he believed or didn't believed it was more along the lines of he didn't know and didn't understand. If there was something out there better and bigger and brighter than all of them, why could it let them all die in horrible ways or let their lives be hell. Sitri had not deserved what he had been given, his lot in life, but he had been given it regardless. He had survived though and perhaps that was his own trial to force his way up from the bottom to a respected place at least among one or two.

Sitri listened and spoke softly I will do what I have always done I will listen and do my duty and that is all. I was a slave once, now sitri just want's live a little before he dies.