Originally Posted by
Miburo
Held was silent as Ochazuke proceeded beyond him. His words were at once both direct and elusive, a rare quality in the spoken word. Yet, the Nevadian could sense from his comrades unease, that it was not out of artifice, but something that occurred that the warrior was either unable, or unwilling to comment on. Not that Held had any particular issue, as it was.
It was clearly none of his business to begin with, and the very fact that Ochazuke had confided in Held, and no other, during such dire circumstances, made clear how personal this was to him.
Well, we all have our problems, I suppose.....But now what?
The Nevadian glanced at the backdoor to the transport, his breathing growing heavier as he did.
Even know, he could sense her, like a wild animal, a dragon guarding the treasure in the cave that held her. A feeling of foreboding overcame the Nevadian, and for a moment, he considered turning away, going about his business until she had been dealt with, a fierce tiger hauled away to a captivity, where she would no longer be a danger.
He shifted, poised to turn away, before a tinge of emotion ran through him. Perhaps it was some manner of misplaced guilt or responsibility. After all, it was he who led the raid that slew so many of her comrades, and it was he who made the decision to capture Kenshiko alive. Ochzuke might have made the request, but it was the Nevadian who upheld their compact.
To simply walk away from that, to leave her to her fate, knowing that he had personally played so pivotal a role in deciding her destiny...It felt unpalatable to the Nevadian. It was unbecoming, if nothing else.
This is stupid, Held. Just let the day end on a positive note, and count your treasure later......
He eyed the door.
Don't do it.
Walking forward confidently, without a hint of trepidation, he gripped the doors handle and opened it.
It's not worth it.
The Unicorn walked into the Tiger's cage without a sound, save for the clanging of metal on metal.
God damnit.