Chapitre 818: Human

"That... is fair," Tycondrius shut his eyes... "Very... fair..."

Human. 

Ravidius' casual comment was... a striking revelation. 

Tycon was... a very powerful snake. 

He was very good at murder. He ate well, more often than not. 

Unlike other snakes, birds of prey were a non-issue for him. 

Also, thus far... he had avoided typical parasites and infections common to his kin. 

However, as Ravidius stated... his actions and motivations had always been... distinctly human.

Honor and professionalism? Repaying debt. Building long-term relationships. 

Tycon massaged the bridge of his nose while deeply inhaling the heated steam from the springs... 

He felt like a fool for embracing strictured responsibility while rejecting murderous hedonism-- especially because he had a choice to be a selfish snake, if he so wished. 

Being human was horrible. And difficult. And generally thankless. 

Empty night...