Re: Episode 7-2: Night Terrors
Sky Dog went quiet, seemingly biting back a range of emotions. He swiped at his cheek, smearing the blood, then looked at the silvery shimmer of keys in his palm a time. When he did speak, it was quiet but with a rapidity the deputies might recognise as passion.
"I think that the white people - the first white people - something must have hurt them terribly at the start of the world...that it goes on down their blood, that they are acting always like drunken crazy people, shouting at each other, cursing God, decieving even their own families...it is like the wolf disease, I think, that the corruption drives you out to give this pain to others."
He shook his head. "It is my thinking the wound in the world has made worse this first fault - even the Russians, though they may kill and harm when they want to eat a band's own deer, they do not do this. It is too much for one shamán to heal. Already I am aching, just to be in the settlement. I have learnt harshly not to trust, although I do like you Uncle, and you, Dalix." The shaman sighed. "I am harmed in spirit. It makes me want alcohols such as killed my learning-master, so that I would sink in with it, cease to be a shamán, with duty to heal and be protecting whether I am waking or sleeping or dead; you see it is corruption. Maybe things will be better when the hole in the world is fixed. I hope it." His words exhausted, Sky Dog lapsed into a troubled silence.
This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 18:22, Tue 09 July 2013.