Bitterroot Valley and i saw nothing here but you

The pendulum swings; one extreme to another, neither sound of mind. Yet, the way cultural differences make themselves known creep into these extremities. Liars might have had their tongue cut; thieves blinded for their greed; disappointing sperm donors forgiven.
Kratos is an executioner; not a judge. Much too greedy to see those sentenced drown in the consequences of their action. Pale gold eyes take in silver; spiked fur stands upon end. Delight shivering in his veins.
Not as a “we”, he clarifies, I’ll take care of it.