“What I saw was a Fey, bleeding and in pain, His eyes, blood-red as they might have been, were not filled with hatred or malevolence, but with tears.”
The Fey Guard who still stood in opposition scoffed at his poignant description and several of his comrades looked at him disapprovingly, but he could not silence his refusal to accept what the Healer was trying to tell them. “Are you saying you felt sorry for him, Healer?” The disparagement evident in his tone garnered even greater censure from those seated around him. The Healer who spoke to them was highly regarded in spite of his young age, but it was clear that the Guard voiced a commonly accepted sentiment. “I have never known a Legionnaire to feel sorry for anyone. Why then should we feel anything for them?” The outspoken Guard made
