Samka Derith
Decitus Ren
"A rather bleak perspective but not strictly untrue," Sam replied to the musing of [member="Ara Ren"], "he's a symptom of the rot which holds this world. The death of him and of his family would more than likely be inconsequential. More street trash buried beneath the gutter. But there's a minor chance that under better circumstances, they'd be productive members of society," she said holding Ara's gaze. "That is why we create the society in which we do," Sam pointed to the corpse on the floor, "this society doomed him. Under ours he may still be alive. We do a kindness."
She stepped back letting [member="Isla Ashen"] talk, nodding along with the elder Ren's words, then turned to leave as prompted until she was asked for her name.
She paused. "Samka," was all she offered before she continued walking. "See you at the spaceport. If you make it."
The sirens grew louder as the Ren disappeared.
She stepped back letting [member="Isla Ashen"] talk, nodding along with the elder Ren's words, then turned to leave as prompted until she was asked for her name.
She paused. "Samka," was all she offered before she continued walking. "See you at the spaceport. If you make it."
The sirens grew louder as the Ren disappeared.