Re: Part 73b - In the green
"Rage happens." Luke shrugged. "Trite, but true. Aaron can attest to that. Myself? When I was wronged, I raised up an army of my family - those who thought as I did - and assailed the walls of my father's fortress." He studied the keep before them, rocking back and forth on his heels. "We lost, of course; my father didn't even have to get off his bloody throne. But we killed a lot of people I called friends and cousins. I don't regret spitting in dear daddy's eye, but the killing? I hated him for that - for not stepping in. He could have crushed us with ease, but no, he left it to his children to fight it out."
"And I hated myself, too."
He hummed a brief tune, then shook his head. "You killed enemies, girl. People who would have killed you, but people who didn't know you, who you didn't know. In a way, that's lucky - you don't have the good memories of time with them to keep alive the memories of how their faces looked when you cut them down." Hard, almost brutal words, delivered in a quiet, musing tone.
"It's a damned shame, but let it go," Luke advised. "You weren't a monster, except on the outside. You were in a crap situation, and things got out of hand. Well, the universe goes on. You'd better do the same."
He waved ahead. "I like your idea. Let's take that route, and we'll see what's what." With a grunt, he hefted his axe. "I'm feeling a little cranky at the moment. Bad memories, mind invaded, this curse business...I'm starting to see why the old bastard sometimes gets an itchy talon for the Smite button."