Falls of the Hinterlands I could fight this 'til the end but maybe I don't wanna win

So you’re a criminal. No wonder you didn’t want me to tell you your fortune. You aren’t making many friends with that skill set. Their talk was broken up by the carrying, but the kill was heavy, and each time they re-adjusted was a chance for more words. Normally she’d have taken the opportunity to hold the silence and remain frostily closed off, but something in those words actually appealed to her.

They were somewhat of kindred spirits, if you considered it. Even with her healing skills, and the things she’d learned, her most effective use so far had been in ending lives. Not saving them. She didn’t even have the good grace to feel bad about that fact.

Witches and raiders aren’t all that different. But when I deal in death, I give the tools to the one who wants the job done. It’s cleaner that way. It wasn’t an admission, but depending on what he knew, it could be more than she should have said. Something told her, however, that this man wouldn’t find much to appreciate in Akashingo.

Cleaner, maybe, but no better at making friends. She’d keep that to herself. He didn’t need to know all of the ways she might relate.