"Yes, he left. For a better life, a wife, a family, but that did not mean he left his relatives in the village behind," he warns with narrowed eyes. "There are many reasons to 'not return'. Some more permanent than others," he adds with a low voice.
But as the thief protests, his own anger builds. Until finally- "I TOOK YOUR PLACE!" he thunders, stamping his foot to the ground. "I SAW WHAT WOULD COME, AND WHAT I COULD NOT STOP! I SAW A PRIEST ACT AGAINST A KING'S ORDERS AND KILL AN ENTIRE VILLAGE IN ONE NIGHT, FOR THE THING YOU SOLD YOUR SOUL TO!" the man continues. The tears overflow, and the shadows at his feet roil, and it is hard to tell if he is more miserable than angered.
"SO IF ANYONE WAS TO LIVE, I WANTED IT TO AT LEAST BE MY NEPHEW! AT THE VERY LEAST, THE ONE WHO HAD A CHANCE!" He chokes.
Quiets, words tainted by his tears. "And look what you've done with it..."
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But as the thief protests, his own anger builds. Until finally- "I TOOK YOUR PLACE!" he thunders, stamping his foot to the ground. "I SAW WHAT WOULD COME, AND WHAT I COULD NOT STOP! I SAW A PRIEST ACT AGAINST A KING'S ORDERS AND KILL AN ENTIRE VILLAGE IN ONE NIGHT, FOR THE THING YOU SOLD YOUR SOUL TO!" the man continues. The tears overflow, and the shadows at his feet roil, and it is hard to tell if he is more miserable than angered.
"SO IF ANYONE WAS TO LIVE, I WANTED IT TO AT LEAST BE MY NEPHEW! AT THE VERY LEAST, THE ONE WHO HAD A CHANCE!" He chokes.
Quiets, words tainted by his tears. "And look what you've done with it..."