Tristan took offense to the similarities. But he didn't see he was becoming like them. They walked away from the fire and her eyes adjusted to the dimness and the world was at its most beatuiful when the human world was not in sight. The lights above, the trees around them, the scent of wolves and dirt and the man walking with her. He was almost as intoxicating as the world she had missed living in the city cramed with oils and rock and people - so many people.
"And how will you know if these hunters aren't like the others? We are not all the savage killers they beleive us to be. Will you kill those who are our friends - some even maybe one of us. Will you kill them too?"
Sierra looked up at Tristan and she wanted to make him see but she knew he wouldn't, blinded with rage - something she'd remembered in Aaron. She reached up and put her hands to the sides of the face before her. He was so much more than she expected to find here. "I will help you right wrongs and follow your path, but I won't help you kill innocent men and women. I won't become like them. I won't let you become like them."
"And how will you know if these hunters aren't like the others? We are not all the savage killers they beleive us to be. Will you kill those who are our friends - some even maybe one of us. Will you kill them too?"
Sierra looked up at Tristan and she wanted to make him see but she knew he wouldn't, blinded with rage - something she'd remembered in Aaron. She reached up and put her hands to the sides of the face before her. He was so much more than she expected to find here. "I will help you right wrongs and follow your path, but I won't help you kill innocent men and women. I won't become like them. I won't let you become like them."