“This is why the gods stripped you of your mates and made it to where you couldn’t procreate.
Not because you defended your people, but because you slaughtered innocent people,” the doc said in deep wonder.
Nodding, Throg answered, “Yes, but they did no better than we did. They punished every Nakaka for what the ancient guards had done. It is our greatest shame. It was my greatest shame.”
“Why yours?” the doc asked.
“Because, I led the attack. I gave the order. I... I killed Corbin, and my anger wasn’t satiated, so I ordered the town be burned to the ground. Every man and woman was to die.” Throg rasped.
“Even with all the death, I didn’t feel vindicated. Nothing worked. It was then I understood the ramifications of what I had done, and why I had done it.”
Olean... damn it, No
