49th of Summer 514AV
The hysteric events of the wedding had yet to die down. Even though Jed's own opinions on the event were complicated, it was safe to say he was generally angry about it all. When was Jed Radacke not angry? But Jed's anger was more inward. Why couldn't he have done more? What if he had? The dark emotions had taken their time to broil in Jed, turning him into a cranky quite mess. It wasn't unusual for Jed to not be interested in the gossip that came in through his shop doors, but he was even more keen on shutting him off from the outside world. Although there was one rumor Jed didn't plan on ignoring.
The night before, after Matilla had served Jed and the slaves, Sander decided to speak up. He'd heard talk of two Rujaro that were caught and due to be executed. Just like any sane person, Jed had paid attention to the name, his obvious disdain for the runaways fueled his interest in them. Although he didn't speak a word on the matter, forcing Sander to drop it quickly. Jed's decision to attend hadn't formed yet. But the interest in the execution wasn't for himself. Jed could care less about watching Rujaro hang. He didn't get pleasure from death that one might think, he had little taste for it. Although he agreed with it. If the Rujaro were worthy of anything, it was death. An terrorist organization the was Hai-bent on destroying the very foundation of an entire city, deserved something worse than death.
Although Jed's views were shared by practically all of the Dynasties, there was hardly a slave that agreed with him. Where Tim stood, Jed did not know. However, with the aptitude for defiance and utter recklessness that Jed saw from the child, he doubted the boy agreed with him. Paranoia was new to Jed, an unfortunate state of mind that Tim put him in. Either it was the fact that the slave was a child, or that he was not broken, Jed gave no trust to the boy. Small rewards for good behavior, and punishment for bad behavior didn't seem to be enough. Although Jed rarely had time to make threats before he jumped into delivering them, he had a chance to show Tim one. With the execution scheduled first thing that morning, it would be a great chance for Jed to get the message through Tim's skull.
The execution was scheduled to ten in the morning, when the Kenashions would be able to attend. It was just past nine when Jed pulled Tim aside in the showroom. He pulled out a cushioned chair, and motioned for the boy to sit. The calm motion was alien coming from Jed, especially at such a time. After three days of muted anger, he felt as if the slaves were tiptoeing around him, sure he would explode any minute. But Jed didn't feel as if he would explode in anger. He was upset, yes, but it was his own problem. Today he wanted to have a calm conversation with Tim, and then take him to the execution and show him what he really needed to see. The execution would hold less of an effect unless Jed delivered the threat first. Jed cleared his throat, deciding to cut straight to the point for Tim. "Yesterday, Sander mentioned the execution of two Rujaro, runaway slaves, that will be going on in less than an hour. Although I don't think you've lived here long enough to learn about the Rujaro," Jed shrugged, unsure how true that statement was. Maybe Tim knew more. "Although, you might've heard something from the other slaves."
Jed paused, realizing he could be making assumptions. He didn't know how to sit down and talk to this boy. He wanted to scare the new slave, but Jed didn't want Tim to be scared of him. He wanted Tim to feel fear in the truest sense. The feral sort of fear that all sentient life was wary of, the fear of death. He wanted the boy to feel the fear that no amount of bruises would give him, and something that Jed couldn't teach him alone. But in order to do so, Jed needed to word his thoughts carefully. He would have to work the threat into Tim in a way that he knew would hit home. How exactly was he going to do that? "Tell me, boy, what do you know of the Rujaro, if anything at all?"
The night before, after Matilla had served Jed and the slaves, Sander decided to speak up. He'd heard talk of two Rujaro that were caught and due to be executed. Just like any sane person, Jed had paid attention to the name, his obvious disdain for the runaways fueled his interest in them. Although he didn't speak a word on the matter, forcing Sander to drop it quickly. Jed's decision to attend hadn't formed yet. But the interest in the execution wasn't for himself. Jed could care less about watching Rujaro hang. He didn't get pleasure from death that one might think, he had little taste for it. Although he agreed with it. If the Rujaro were worthy of anything, it was death. An terrorist organization the was Hai-bent on destroying the very foundation of an entire city, deserved something worse than death.
Although Jed's views were shared by practically all of the Dynasties, there was hardly a slave that agreed with him. Where Tim stood, Jed did not know. However, with the aptitude for defiance and utter recklessness that Jed saw from the child, he doubted the boy agreed with him. Paranoia was new to Jed, an unfortunate state of mind that Tim put him in. Either it was the fact that the slave was a child, or that he was not broken, Jed gave no trust to the boy. Small rewards for good behavior, and punishment for bad behavior didn't seem to be enough. Although Jed rarely had time to make threats before he jumped into delivering them, he had a chance to show Tim one. With the execution scheduled first thing that morning, it would be a great chance for Jed to get the message through Tim's skull.
The execution was scheduled to ten in the morning, when the Kenashions would be able to attend. It was just past nine when Jed pulled Tim aside in the showroom. He pulled out a cushioned chair, and motioned for the boy to sit. The calm motion was alien coming from Jed, especially at such a time. After three days of muted anger, he felt as if the slaves were tiptoeing around him, sure he would explode any minute. But Jed didn't feel as if he would explode in anger. He was upset, yes, but it was his own problem. Today he wanted to have a calm conversation with Tim, and then take him to the execution and show him what he really needed to see. The execution would hold less of an effect unless Jed delivered the threat first. Jed cleared his throat, deciding to cut straight to the point for Tim. "Yesterday, Sander mentioned the execution of two Rujaro, runaway slaves, that will be going on in less than an hour. Although I don't think you've lived here long enough to learn about the Rujaro," Jed shrugged, unsure how true that statement was. Maybe Tim knew more. "Although, you might've heard something from the other slaves."
Jed paused, realizing he could be making assumptions. He didn't know how to sit down and talk to this boy. He wanted to scare the new slave, but Jed didn't want Tim to be scared of him. He wanted Tim to feel fear in the truest sense. The feral sort of fear that all sentient life was wary of, the fear of death. He wanted the boy to feel the fear that no amount of bruises would give him, and something that Jed couldn't teach him alone. But in order to do so, Jed needed to word his thoughts carefully. He would have to work the threat into Tim in a way that he knew would hit home. How exactly was he going to do that? "Tell me, boy, what do you know of the Rujaro, if anything at all?"
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