Sage scoffed. "Pathetic." The word slipped from her lips before she could think. She bit her tongue. But it was pathetic to her. Why bother with so much trouble if she could do it all on her own? That process...it wasn't beneficial. Sure, it brough out the best of the pick, but it eliminated other possible bests. and there were other problems as well.
Thresh sat up, "Pathetic? What's pathetic is that so much talent and skill is used on the wrong side of the battle. What's pathetic is that so many people are scared to act on their beliefs. The League is by no means pathetic. It finds those who are WILLING to go, fully knowing they may die before they are able to join. No one is taken without consent. Besides, who are you to judge us?! We have done more and changed greater things than you could imagine. Do not judge what you do not know." He spat, angry. Then his features grew softer. He sighed.
"I apologize. The League is the only family I know."
Sage sighed. "I'm sorry. Just...I see why Blood Rose never got involved with any guilds. They're against his beliefs, and mine as well. Honestly, I'd hate to be involved in any of that. Not because of the risks, but because...it's pointless. There are better ways to get the same end result."
"Perhaps. But the enemy of my enemy is my friend. And this 'king' we have is everyone's enemy. The Blood Rose may not agree with how the League of Shadows operates, but for the good of the people she should realize that she can use us to end this reign of terror." Thresh grunted, and looked down at his blanket.
Sage shook her head. "I don't think Blood Rose would agree to anything. I don't think he'd be willing to even reveal his identity to you. He's set heavily in trust and beliefs. If you don't sit on his good side, you're on his bad side. And if you're on his bad side, best to keep your distance. He's not going to listen to you if he doesn't find you 'worthy'. I know it's rediculous, but that's just the way he's always been."
She gazed up at the stars. "I don't know...he might be willing to kill the man...but he wouldn't take well to you and the League of Shadows having any sort of involvement. Or credit."
(AGH I'M SO SORRY. That one was actually a typo, my mobile phone's keyboard stank.)
"Since you seem to know the Blood Rose like the back of your own hand, what does he respect? What makes someone qualify as worthy?" Thresh asked, turning and facing Sage,
"And why would the League of Shadows take any credit? Part of our doctrine is we will never embrace fame. We believe ourselves to part of the natural process of death and moving on. What goes up, must come down." Thresh said, accompanying the saying with a movement of his hand.
"Look, I don't know. I just know he wouldn't like the League of Shadows any more than I do." Sage sighed deeply, closing her eyes. "I don't know him like the back of my hand. I just know him really well. And if what you say is true, does that not mean that Blood Rose would eventually fall? Or does his chosen disappearance count for that?"
((It's definitely gonna be tough convincing the Blood Rose to fight again.))
"That depends on whether he chooses to return or not." Thresh said, smiling. It was true. If the Blood Rose were to return, it would do more than inspire fear in Thalos(mind if that's the king's name?); it would inspire courage in the people.
"Did he ever consider that if he were to return to his old ways, and stand up against Thalos, that the people might do the same? The Blood Rose could inspire a tidal wave of free thinking. The oppressed would become the revolutionaries. It would make the world what it should be. Free." Thresh spat at the mention of the king's name. He despised the man, for more reason's than one.
((That's the goal. And I like that name. It's fitting.))
"Thresh, if he did step up, he'd just kill the man and end it. To do otherwise would just bring on a rebellion. People would die fighting, and that would be...against his views. The whole reason he started killing as an Assassin was to protect the innocent. At least, that's what I think. I mean, it might have been a revenge thing too, but he did kill people not connected with the death of his family as well."
Thresh threw his hands up, exasperated.
"If it's that simple, 'kill the man and be done with it' why won't he do it? Can't he see the land and people being choked to death around him? Can't he see the suffering?" Thresh asked, falling back into bed.
"Thalos burned my village to the ground. He tied me to a stake and made me watch him line my family and friends up and slice their throats. One by one. All of them cried for me to help them. I could do nothing. I watched them die. And I could do nothing." Thresh said through gritted teeth, balling his hand up into a fist.
"Have you ever watched a family member die? It's horrifying." He asked, lying back onto his bed and sighing.
"I watched my family die with Blood Rose's." Sage snapped. "I know what it's like. I know how much it hurts." She curled on her side, her back to him. "And as for Blood Rose...Have you considered maybe he's hiding for a reason? Why does he want his identity hidden from everyone? Why does he go to such an extent to remain unfound?"
Thresh softened. He almost reached out to comfort Sage, but decided that would most likely be unwelcome. He sighed,
"It's a cold feeling, knowing you're alone." He whispered, and then said,
"The Blood Rose disappeared because he was tired of death. He was tired of getting blood on his hands,"
Thresh thought for a moment, considering his next words carefully.
"He disappeared because he had made a horrible mistake, I think."
"Is that really what you think?" Sage asked softly. "I don't know...as kind as he once was...I'm not sure that's what made him disappear. I may be wrong. Maybe...he left because...he decided he was done. Not tired, or guilty, or regretful. Just...done."
(*unsure of Thresh's next move*)
"They say that killing a person takes a piece of your soul. And that piece goes to the grave with your victim. Perhaps it does, perhaps it doesn't. All I know is: killing is necessary. Few must die for many to live. That is a philosophy I live by. It is a philosophy I will fight for if I must." Thresh stated, looking at Sage.
"I still cannot understand why you came with me on this journey."
"Because if anyone can get Blood Rose to do this, it's me." Sage told him. "But...I'm not going to be able to convince him -no one could- if it's not something that lines up with his beliefs." She sighed. "Let's get some rest. We need to cover as much ground as possible tomorrow."
Thresh grunted his approval, and fell back into his pillow. He tried all he could to sleep, and eventually he fell into a nightmare filled, fitful sleep.
Sage dreamt nightmares as well. Or rather, a mix of nightmares and something else, something that didn't really terrify her, or scare her, or hurt her. She dreamt of being Blood Rose again. Of lurking in the shadows and preparing to kill. Her son...the tune she whistled... She missed it all. It wasn't the killing that she enjoyed. It was the revenge, and the justice.
When the sun was rising, Thresh was still sitting up from his worst nightmare. He dreamt of watching his parents die. Sitting in this cold sweat, he decided he could wait no longer. He stood and stretched his muscles. He looked down at Sage. She didn't seem too well off either. Her face was contorted into something of a pained snarl. Deciding to let her sleep, he approached the old campfire from last night. Stirring it, he quickly started a fire and threw pieces of hare meat into boiling water. Adding vegetables and some fat from the elk, he quickly had a delicious smelling soup going.
"Wakey wakey, we have another long day of riding." Thresh called to Sage, stirring the pot of soup and waiting for her.
Sage jerked awake at the first sound of his voice, reaching for a knife. She froze when she remembered she wasn;t in danger. She quickly drew her hand away and sighed. "Something smells good." She mumbled, getting up and stretching.
Thresh was startled by her instinctive response. It was odd, and it was very quick. Shrugging it off, he said,
"I made some breakfast soup. It's all we have around that's useable right now. Any complaining and you're wolf bait." He joked, once again very badly, before pouring her a bowl and handing it over. Taking one for himself, he sipped tentatively before taking big spoonfuls.