Inheritance
We're only getting older, let's enjoy ourselves.
Brom had watched the interrogation go by without a problem. The methods used weren't terribly cruel, at certain points being so ineffective that he thought he might need to step in and crank it up a notch. The toenail torture was usual, and the scratches and cuts were expected; but what made the man crack was something Brom heavily disapproved of. Magic. Magic seemed to cause the man extreme agony, enough to make him drop his tough guy-cultist act and tell them what they wanted to know. It seemed that with one spell, they could torture a man to the point where he would tell them anything. Brom shook his head. This was the reason magic users were so desensitized to human emotion. They could be as agonizingly cruel as they wanted, and all they had to do was mutter a few words!
Even the most hardened of killers had their limit (assuming they had some soul in them). If you had to tear someone's eye out, you had to watch it be done. You reach in and pull the eye out, living through the sight, the smell, the feel. Everything in fighting, torture, or anything else that involved causing extreme pain to another man forced you to do it yourself. Eventually you would have to stop doing what you were doing-else you lose your humanity altogether. Sure, there were great soldiers that fought their whole lives and killed hundreds or thousands, but even they eventually retired and gave up the sword, died in combat, or saw themselves turn into a monster.
But magic was different. You could hum a tune and look away while your enemy suffered. With a few words you could mutilate them in horrifying ways, not bothering to care. You could kill a man with a stare, and you could kill thousands more without truly understanding what you have done. Magic made you numb to hurting people, it made you ignorant of the suffering. When you're in combat going blow for blow, you understand what it is like to be in pain. Killing someone with a spell? It practically forces you to lose your compassion, your empathy: to lose what made you human.
But regardless of what Brom thought, it was too late. What had been done was done, and they had learned what they needed to know. What happened next was a bit strange, the room clearing out before Brom could even begin to project his thoughts on the meeting; leaving him, the assassin, and the victim alone in the room. He shrugged and turned to leave as well, but stopped dead upon hearing Sylvia's words.
"...now, what do I do with you? perhaps some fun before I slaughter you and use your blood as a bath? or do I torment you by flaying you limb from limb?"
"Aaaalright miss, he's had enough!" Brom said suddenly, taking a second to comprehend what had been said. "He told us what we needed to know, now we need to decide what to do with him. Let's ask our knight friend, alright?" Bron's tone was friendly, but held a serious note to it.
He wasn't really asking her, despite phrasing it as a question. Even though he didn't like how it was done, the mission was a success and there was no need to cause this man any more harm. Sure, the man was almost certainly a murderer; and sure, the man and his demon cult had condemned themselves to death- but it was not his place to be murdering people left and right, especially in a new land such as this. He would have no trouble bringing down the axe, but he wanted to be sure it was what the group wanted. Besides, there was a huge difference between killing someone in the name of justice, and torturing them in the name of cruelty.
Brom took a few steps towards the door. "After you." He said sternly.
ShadeAlucard Kabboom Noble Scion Silver Wolf
Even the most hardened of killers had their limit (assuming they had some soul in them). If you had to tear someone's eye out, you had to watch it be done. You reach in and pull the eye out, living through the sight, the smell, the feel. Everything in fighting, torture, or anything else that involved causing extreme pain to another man forced you to do it yourself. Eventually you would have to stop doing what you were doing-else you lose your humanity altogether. Sure, there were great soldiers that fought their whole lives and killed hundreds or thousands, but even they eventually retired and gave up the sword, died in combat, or saw themselves turn into a monster.
But magic was different. You could hum a tune and look away while your enemy suffered. With a few words you could mutilate them in horrifying ways, not bothering to care. You could kill a man with a stare, and you could kill thousands more without truly understanding what you have done. Magic made you numb to hurting people, it made you ignorant of the suffering. When you're in combat going blow for blow, you understand what it is like to be in pain. Killing someone with a spell? It practically forces you to lose your compassion, your empathy: to lose what made you human.
But regardless of what Brom thought, it was too late. What had been done was done, and they had learned what they needed to know. What happened next was a bit strange, the room clearing out before Brom could even begin to project his thoughts on the meeting; leaving him, the assassin, and the victim alone in the room. He shrugged and turned to leave as well, but stopped dead upon hearing Sylvia's words.
"...now, what do I do with you? perhaps some fun before I slaughter you and use your blood as a bath? or do I torment you by flaying you limb from limb?"
"Aaaalright miss, he's had enough!" Brom said suddenly, taking a second to comprehend what had been said. "He told us what we needed to know, now we need to decide what to do with him. Let's ask our knight friend, alright?" Bron's tone was friendly, but held a serious note to it.
He wasn't really asking her, despite phrasing it as a question. Even though he didn't like how it was done, the mission was a success and there was no need to cause this man any more harm. Sure, the man was almost certainly a murderer; and sure, the man and his demon cult had condemned themselves to death- but it was not his place to be murdering people left and right, especially in a new land such as this. He would have no trouble bringing down the axe, but he wanted to be sure it was what the group wanted. Besides, there was a huge difference between killing someone in the name of justice, and torturing them in the name of cruelty.
Brom took a few steps towards the door. "After you." He said sternly.
ShadeAlucard Kabboom Noble Scion Silver Wolf