â despite everything, i believe that people are really good at heart. â (hello!)
âYouâve got to be joking,â The words, though cold, were spoken with just a hint of mockery as he looked the Shepherd over. How naive of him. Not everyone should be trusted. People were good at heart? -- then what about him? Was he really so good, being so cruel, so selfish in the pursuit of his goal? He only wanted his sister back, and he would do it all over again, but that didnât excuse all that he had done. âyou canât be that stupid.â
Had he not heard stories about him?
Mithos waves a hand dismissively. He didnât want this. He didnât want to heard this utter bullshit. He didnât want people like himself to be pitied. He despised that -- at least the way Sorey was going about it. Half-elves were victims, but he himself had no regret in his decisions. No, no, not at all.
âYou must be pretty sheltered...
you know so little of the world;
itâs cruel. People arenât âgoodâ.â
Perhaps if Sorey could walk a mile in his shoes, he would begin to understand. He had this view, because he had been fortunate enough to. He didnât have that luxury. People were-- humans were-- monsters.
âSo spare me the speech.â