Written by Khairra
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Khairra had been stuck in the Bog for days now, and little had changed. Why the Queen's guard had detained her and yet done nothing to her nor questioned her nor really done much of anything besides amuse themselves with her was beyond her understanding.
She was lonely in her dismal surroundings. The abundance of siabra guardians and archmagi did little to abate those feelings.
Leaning on the stone wall of the tower where she was being kept, she stared out into the gloom of the bog, watching the siabra go about their daily business. Her thoughts drifted away from this place. Where was Sadoma? Was he alright? And what about her clan? What had she dragged them into...
Sadoma was wrong about so many things. His lies, his cruelty, his acts of hatred...nothing would ever justify those things in her mind. But that didn't mean that the Siabra might not be a threat. And the more Khairra thought about it, the more she wondered.
No, they shouldn't all be needlessly slaughtered. That was just wrong. But the leadership... if it was corrupt... then maybe to do away with it was the right thing. This was a difficult concept for Khairra to accept... that sometimes less than pleasant actions had to be taken...because they did not live in an ideal world.
"I believe in honor and justice, and love."
Aye, good things to believe in. She felt that much in her heart.
"But even when something happens ta make those things less than they were or shold be, I believe in fighting to protect what is left."
Khairra closed her eyes a moment as she recalled Suilebhain's words to her. There was a central truth here. Things were far less than perfect... they always would be. But that wasn't what it was about. It was about fighting to protect what was left...
The Siabra who intended to take Hibernia for themselves, to oust Elves and Lurikeens from the Veil, to cause pain and suffering... they had to be stopped. If peaceful negotiations had not and would not put an end to this, then other means had to be employed. And Sadoma... well, he too would have to one day face the consequences of his actions. They all would. But some things were not preventable. Some things had to be done.
Her eyes snapped open as she felt a hand roughly close around her wrist and jerk her back. She looked up at the siabra, wondering what he would say or where he would take her. The truth was becoming more and more clear to her.
Sometimes... you just had to fight to protect what was left...