#hetan

"And then Tool did halt, looking back, meeting Hetan's eyes. 'My love,' he said in a ragged voice. 'I do not understand.' She could but shake her head. 'They betrayed him,' Tool continued. 'Yet, see. This day. He rode to the enemy.' 'To save the lives of these children,' Hetan said. 'Yes.' 'I do not understand.' 'You have told me many tales, husband, of your friend. Of Toc the Younger. Of the honour within him. I ask you this: how could he not?' Her heart came near to bursting as she gazed upon her beloved. These Imass - they were unable to hide anything they felt. They possessed none of the masks, the disguises, that were the bitter gifts of others, including her own Barghast. And they were without control, without mastery, which left grieving to wound the soul deeper than anything Hetan could imagine. As with grieving, so too love. So too friendship. So too, alas, loyalty. 'They live,' Tool then said. She nodded. Her husband turned and resumed his dreadful journey."