Action

How many laws had I broken to be here in this room .. with the man of stone? How many rules had I rewritten and redefined? How many people had I set aside to quench the ever hungry fire of my anger .. my hurt ... that needed to be avenged. Is there enough blood in the whole of the plains? In the whole of humanity? Can there be enough blood to pay the price?

What had I sacrificed to be there .. where I was ... with the man of stone. And yet here I was ready to destroy it all .. in my panic ... in my fear of the closed space I lifted my sword to destroy ... the only way I knew how to solve this problem ... the only target I could find .... the only thing I could make suffer for how I felt.

It did not matter how long he had been there .. it did not matter his story or how he came to be the man of stone. It did not matter who he pined for or what service he had to serve before he could feel Lar Torvis on his cheeks again .. or enjoy the simple breath of wind upon his hair. It did not matter who he had loved or who he had hated. My drive .. my questions ... none of it mattered any longer .... someone had to pay for the stones over my head .... someone had to pay for the separation from the Sky and ..he was the only one there.

You would think that an action that would take a man from really bad to even worse would take some time .. some effort ... some real thought and intent. But no .. one moment of panic .... one cleaving strike of sword against stone and it was done. Over. There was a screaming of metal and rock .. something that squished like a mellon ... a sound like rushing wind through a valley ... a sigh like a sleeping babe against his mother's chest ... the raining of stone pieces upon the floor .... and my torch went out.

Fuck.