Jackal Among Snakes
Chapter 154
“Set aside this fight, for now. Let me ask you a question,” Durran hefted his glaive, pointing it at Garm. “Say you prevail. What next?”
“I’ll work at regaining the power I had,” Garm answered at once.
Durran lowered the glaive. “You see, I’ve noticed a little problem you have. I ask that question, and you first talk about what you’re going to do for yourself.”
“I can’t help anyone without power,” Garm shook his head. “That’s why you’re doing this, no? I offered you a route to power, and you lunged for the opportunity.”
“More I learn about you, the more I realize how your perception of me is flawed. There’s a key difference between you and I,” Durran settled back, sitting cross-legged amidst the field of black roses. “And it’s how far we’re willing to take things.”
Garm raised a brow, and also sat down patiently. “How so?”
“Let’s reflect on things,” Durran raised his hand up. “You deliberately withhold information whenever it suits you. You lie constantly to get what you want. You don’t care about how your actions bother people, nor about those you hurt. Moreover…” Durran picked a black rose. “These things you summon. They’re made of human flesh. I can’t just gloss over the fact that death is such a casual thing for you.”
Garm snorted. “You’re denouncing me as a bad person? You joined me in this deception. Don’t get sore when you got caught in your own trap.”
“You don’t really care about other people,” Durran held his gaze. “That’s the impression I get.”
Garm stared in silence, then raised a brow. “Is that a bad thing? I do intend on helping Argrave, if that’s your concern.”
“I know what I’ve seen,” Durran said flatly. “And I’ve seen that when you want something, you’ll do whatever it takes to make it yours. Person like that with power… well, it’s dangerous. Letting you roam free would be dangerous. If not for the present, for the future. Gerechtigkeit might be a supreme enemy… but what comes after, that’s just as important. That was my mistake at Sethia.”
Garm scratched his cheek. “A man can’t change?”
“My uncle was someone who did whatever he needed to get what he wanted,” Durran said calmly. “You yourself said people like him were like rabid animals, and that the best thing to do was put them down. For themselves as much as everyone else.”
“I said people that toy with kids are rabid animals. You’re comparing me to your molester uncle?” Garm veritably growled.
Durran shook his head. “I don’t think you have that twisted inclination, no. But if you did, nothing would hold you back. You’ve got no conscience. No morals.”
Garm threw a dagger at Durran, and the tribal warrior quickly rolled to the side to dodge it.
I’ve been feeling—it’s suddenly gone,” Garm
lessons that taught you to be as you are. In your situation,
whip of lightning and swung it at Durran. The tribal warrior caught it, shattering it with one hand. He stabbed his glaive into the earth and walked forward. Garm stepped backwards. With each step he took, the black roses unfurled into bats of flesh, flying
my people—the southern tribals—became as they were. Life in the desert is harsh, and so they learned how to take what they want by the
came towards him, killing them relentlessly. Ahead, Garm
the lives of others,” Durran continued. “You’re tough. Tougher than
swung it upwards. Garm only realized it was made
lunged forth and grabbed
I was the last living, my father said I was ‘good enough.’ And that’s just the thing,” he continued. “I am good enough. I can get the job done. And unlike you… I won’t
Garm smiled mockingly, barely resisting
you were Argrave, you would have sided with the Vessels
RIGHT!” Garm shouted. “Much less danger, much less sacrifice. Less
would’ve kept their grip over the Burnt Desert for time eternal. And my people would be dead. I owe Argrave—I haven’t forgotten
popping and breaking. He seemed to be shrinking. “It’s a damn shame. Work twice as
your fingers to the bone building others’ homes. Absolutely nauseating,” Garm continued. “At the end of the day, if you’d stop worrying about what’s right and worry about what’s good, you’d live twice as
well and living right are mutually exclusive. For most people, the
transformation had finished—once again, he was but a head atop a stake. His eyes were
me,” Durran shook his head. “And that’s why you did
my head. You’ll never know my
in that way. But rather than becoming those who mistreated me, I’d much rather be their better. That way, the next generation can be spared of cynical bastards like us.” Durran let the words hang, then thought of another example. “Like your
insufferable.” Despite his harsh words,
it was fear… or something else. And
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was unsure of what, exactly, was going to happen. Matters of the soul, of death… simply put, there was a reason Galamon never studied magic. He was smart in many areas, but he had difficulty wrapping his head around
just woken up. Galamon knew, then, the battle was finished.
though the person had given no
and a golden eye locked on Galamon. Slowly, the man sat up. He
won?” Galamon asked
eyes started at Galamon for a
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