Otter Creek the good, the bad, and the dirty

Of course he hadn't known that she was a thief. She had never told him that, and he wondered now if that was on purpose. And the way she implied that he should have known made him even angrier. Obviously I didn't know that. I wouldn't have— he stopped himself from finishing that thought because he couldn't really say that he wouldn't have stuck around; he hadn't had much of a choice at first. And now, he wasn't going anywhere, which left him incredibly conflicted. He stood and coughed, cursing his stupid sickness for making him look weak right now. When he could speak again he looked to Nirali. It doesn't have to be like that. That was the exact mentality he had run away from. He had become a natrona to avoid living such a ruthless lifestyle and he wouldn't live like that again. We can survive without leeching off of others. Plenty of packs did just that, and survived fine. Rules were made for a reason.