Chapter Five
-
Moods“They left me no other choice, brother.”
“No choice! No choice!” Grella fumed. “There is always a choice, whilst free will remains. It is as simple as deciding not to take a life when the opportunity arises.”
“I thought that restraint, not choice, as our legacy is to always take a life,” said Merryweather.
He stopped his antics and placed a hand to his chin. The dandy pulled such a face of deep intellectual contemplation, I feared Grella might tear it off just for the implied cheek. Grella, however, had other things on his mind.
“Whether choice or restraint, I had neither.”
“But, you killed them. How could you do such a thing?”
“I killed one of them,” she corrected.
“Where one's brethren are concerned, I should say one is one too many.”
“He's got you there.”
