“Compassion is wasted on the compassionless. There are some things not meant for this world. A man has the right to survive. And Volgar and man cannot exist together. I don’t want to eat him. He wants to eat me. Do you see the dilemma? There are some beasts that should not exist.” He thought about his father, about the animal he’d become, the monsters he’d made, and the creatures he’d harmed. The only sorrow Damion felt was that he hadn’t been the one to stop him.
“I should tell you a tale,” Sasha mused, refusing to quiet down. “Something about a mighty Healer who is lucky to exist, considering he refuses to protect himself.” He heard teasing but sensed pique. It made him smile again.
“If you will rest I will tell you a story,” he offered.
“You will tell me one?”
“Yes. I will tell you
