Chapitre 192: Be Prepared

RETH

She sank into his chest, her ear against his ribs, as he spoke and he found he gained as much comfort as he wanted to give.

"If the people determine that I am a traitor," he said quietly, slowly, "judgement will be called. Likely by Brant, though it's possible for the unseating of the Dominant, they'll bring the other Tribal leaders up as well, to represent their people. They will surround me, and bring guards, because they will want to ensure I don't hurt anyone else."

Her arms tightened around him and he cleared his throat. "Then they'll pronounce judgment and the people will call for death. And they will… overwhelm me."

"What?"

He took a deep breath. "They will take me in whatever manner is necessary to achieve death. But I will not fight them, Elia, so it will be quick."

He waited to see if she would argue again, but although her breathing got faster—in fear, and anger—she didn't speak. So he continued.