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Vayl coughed a little and looked at Dolce in a slightly hurt voice, not understanding why she "overreacted" to his joke. He sighed and slumped a little as they walked. He had hoped that he would like it and laugh, he missed hearing her laugh. Maybe one day... His shoulder hunched even more when he heard Dolce's opinion of Redd. He turned harshly to Dolce.
"Redd took advantage of me!" he shouted, lifting his arms into the air.
"She took my shelter, my food, I even nursed her wounds for her. I got NOTHING in return!"
Vayl paused and a finger rose to his lip as his eyes wandered in thought.
"But she did pay in excess of a couple hundred Gold for my katana... maybe she didn't understand how useful money was?" his voice trailed off as he theorised to himself.
When Dolce mentioned Kalinor Vayl's face darkened further. Why was she bringing this all up, in public nonetheless! With a few easy strides Vayl caught up with Dolce, overtaking her and grabbing her by the arm. Silently he dragged her into a nearby alleyway. Looking down at her, he hissed with mixed fear, anger and stealthiness.
"Alright. First thing, don't mention Kalinor in the street unless you want the Ebonstryfe knocking at our door,
And much more importantly, you wonder why I don't give a single petch about my race? We are all born murderers, we are an entire race of people who have killed our mothers. I don't think anyone who has committed such an act deserves to live. I left Kalinor for two reasons."
Vayl's face suddenly turned sad. Not the kind of open sadness you normally see, but the kind of long lost sadness of a far off past, which the owner tries to keep hidden.
"One, admittedly was just to get away from the wretched place, but the second was so that I might find our race a cure of this curse. As I said, we are all born with our sin. If I can find a way to birth us without our mothers dying, then I've solved the issue, and we can live in peace, without other races persecuting us for our depraved, yet necessary kidnappings."
Vayl sighed, looking at the floor and mopped his hair back.
"That's the way of us Symenestra I guess, always looking for the answers."
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But one day
you will stand before death's decrepit gate,
without really knowing why