by Wystern on June 10th, 2010, 12:53 am
"A family cannot exist without an official job then? Perhaps begging is despicable, I understand this and I accept it. But can those three men and myself not be like brothers to each other? What about the man that lives in the wilderness with his wife and son. He has no job, but lives off the land to feed them, to take care of them, to protect him. What about a thief that steals in the night or robs a helpless old man, is his family not his own just because of his chosen path?"
"My dear beggar, you have me misunderstood. Defining a job in my eyes, it is the combination of actions which brings food on the table. They can be brothers, and they should work for the common good if they do. Otherwise it is off balance if you are the only one at work while they aren't. The man you mentioned does have a job, only the third oldest ever-the first two being hunting and prostitution-farming. The thief also creates an imbalance, his having a family only complicates when he bites off more than he could chew." Wys said, the last question was answered from a very personal experience.
"I have to thieve or find a master and right now it seems that thieving is what I have to do, formal or informal.”
Wystern looked at Kita with a really questioning look on his face.
"So, you believe that everyone deserves a happy life, and yet, milady, you still commit crime, take that which is not yours, meaning you leave someone unhappy; now where is that which they deserve, that happy life of not being stolen from? I believe that all living things deserve a life, happy or not, it is what they make of it. You are just like me. You are a hypocrite. You take happiness, but I...I take lives." As Wys said the last part, he suddenly turned on his heel, lunging a step at Kita and grabbing her on the left shoulder with his left hand, his right hand on the blade's hilt. He gave a quick glance towards Grayzdo and shifted his body to where he can see both of them.
"My warning to you, young Kelvic thief, so listen carefully. We do not have prisons in Syliras, the men we so coldly talked about would get exiled; but if one gets caught stealing or killing...there will be no trial, there will be no jail, but there will be a very swift death. Don't get me wrong, I like you, I like everybody, right up until the point when they become my problem. Do not become my problem. I do not want to stain my hands with more blood, especially with the blood of a woman. Do you understand?" Crow leaned in, to hear the answer without a mistake, gripping the handle of the sword, the leather gloves making noise as his fingers tightened, waiting to hear that answer.
If gods are watching us, the least we can do is be entertaining.