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 Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 7:14 pm
Paimon shook his head. "Both my sisters, and my mother, loathe humans and their ilk, including the azrein that align to them... I truly have no one to turn to for counsel that is good aligned... I think..." He shook his head. "I, too, chose while I was too young to understand... I've always seemed weak to my father, though he had pride in me when I did things he would... Despite me not liking my actions... And I don't want to do that anymore..." He said. "While I do not belong to a herd that aligns themselves with the Six... how does one become good?" He asked, his coal black eyes watching Razien, wondering if he knew the answer.
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2012 7:30 pm
Raz wished he had the answer to Paimon's question, for it was his question as well. "I cannot say for sure Paimon, but I plan to travel north, to find my mother, and see if she can help me. If she cannot, then I suppose I shall have to go and ask the King chosen himself. If anyone would know, it would be him. I can only hope that if I do have to meet him, he will not kill me outright, but listen to my plea for leniency. I do not know if it is even possible for one such as us to change our way. I can only hope that there is." They continued to walk, Raz deep in thought himself over Paimon's question.
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