Role

Chapter 8

It had been going so well.

Sazven had made a new friend! They'd got off to a rocky start (quite
literally - she'd dropped a lot of boulders on him while she'd been trying
to take the Weh of a bunch of marans), but that was all water under the
reeds. They'd been talking a lot about stuff, and had somehow got onto the
subject of magic. Odren had wanted to learn to channel heat, so she'd
started teaching him that. He was really pretty hopeless and couldn't even
say the incantations properly, but they'd get there.

Then she'd mentioned how she'd tried to burn Oboboa's skin off so she could
take his Weh to give him motivation, and Odren had got all strange, telling
her how she had to stop killing people just for their Weh. He'd given her a
book with an eclipse on it about vows and the Light, and she'd not liked it
at all. Stop seeking the Weh? Live for others? -PRESERVE- people? Odren
just didn't understand.

She'd given him his stupid book back and left, and burned Eilela to death
to make herself feel better about the whole thing. Take that Odren!

She'd come to realise something though. Meditating on Weh had once more
shown her the truth of things, as only it seemed able to.

Most of these people all wanted her to change. They all wanted something,
and in their own ways it was all the same. They wanted Sazven not to be
Sazven, though they all dressed it up differently.

Why though?

Were they that afraid of Weh? One thing Odren had said did give her pause.

Immortals didn't need to fear Weh.

Sazven didn't know if that was true. Weh took everything in the end, but
maybe Immortals just understood that better than everyone else she'd met?

It was worth a try, she supposed. She would read!

But not stupid Odren's stupid books. She'd find better ones.

Summary: more friend woes. Odren tried to get her to change her wicked ways
and be less of a murderous nutcase, and she didn't like it at all.
Contemplating religion as somewhere to be accepted for who she is.