...of course. But, friend, many have been where you are. ( There seems to be, strangely, a lustre of sympathy, as if Batthour himself has known the shape of dishonour to stave off hunger. He nods, somehow patient. Forgiving. )
You have family, yes? It is always so. The family, the children. It is the work of hunger. Batthour knows. When we hunger, we do what we must.
( Kill or thieve or sell their souls. Ah, but what is merchantry? His hand goes out, palm outwards, never demanding what is not freely given.) For this beautiful jewel, Batthour will make sure, you feast for a thousand nights.
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...of course. But, friend, many have been where you are. ( There seems to be, strangely, a lustre of sympathy, as if Batthour himself has known the shape of dishonour to stave off hunger. He nods, somehow patient. Forgiving. )
You have family, yes? It is always so. The family, the children. It is the work of hunger. Batthour knows. When we hunger, we do what we must.
( Kill or thieve or sell their souls. Ah, but what is merchantry? His hand goes out, palm outwards, never demanding what is not freely given.) For this beautiful jewel, Batthour will make sure, you feast for a thousand nights.