Post by Eirian Connell on Oct 4, 2015 21:21:08 GMT -5
His logic, while possible, bordered on a stretch and they both knew it. Eirian grasped that Ruadhan needed to do this, to strive to understand what motivated the Cruachs to continue what she viewed akin to a hopeless crusade of insanity. "That is entirely possible. We are, all of us, insufferably proud, often to the point of foolish." How many times had each of the Clans stood on a point of pride until faced with near-extinction before they conceded? The history of Vulcanis was liberally doused with such tales; they ended in failure almost as much as they ended in success, yet that pride was intrinsic to the core of each Clansman and woman. It was a double-edged sword at the best of times.
Hearing him echo her thoughts, she lowered her eyes, reluctant to voice what came next. The Cruachs continued to batter themselves uselessly against the jagged rocks of insanity. When dealing with the mad, there was often only one answer and it was one she could barely stomach. Surely there were good, honorable souls among the Cruachs who were not infected with Vortigern's brand of insane ambition? Her head shook sadly, closing her eyes for a moment to press back the surge of nausea that rose in her.
However, when she made her point, Eirian wondered what the look was on his face. She lowered her hand, watching him with sudden wariness. He had changed swiftly, leaving her off-guard. "I... I don't know. It may be that we'd have to separate his people from him, to see who is in league with him and who merely seeks a peaceful life for their families. But that may be moot once Merthen knows of this." There was no predicting her brother's reaction.
Ruadhan Connell