Phoenix Maplewood so, what are you gonna do?

the question is then posed to vex: would he kill his father? if he was given the order? if it was for the goodness of his tribe? tribe? despite only wanting to leer at particulars, vex knew well enough what was meant and for the sake of the seriousness of this conversation bites his tongue against his worst impulses to taunt. he regards kigipigak coolly, contemplating it in earnest. would he raise teeth against kaertok if he was ordered to?

no.

vex knows it and is surprised by the ferocity with which the answer reverberates within him; as if it burst forth from the hellursine whose godly presence plagues near his every moment waking and otherwise.

and yet, vex cannot help but wonder if his refusal was stemmed in some loyalty to the man whom had sired him ...or if it was borne of his horrendously rebellious streak. for that, he has no answer.

no. vex finally answers, realizing for a sheepish moment that he has left kigipigak waiting while he worked out his own inner thoughts; shifting thru them carefully. for example, i think my sister, royal, is useless to legion and yet i wouldn't kill her. perhaps his feelings about royal were not the same thing but for vex it is close enough. he might've disliked her and considered her a freeloader but that didn't equate to murder in his mind.