The Rat
The Inability to Relapse
Empress Teta
Tags: Open (Keep Chill Please, priority writers I'm not doing stuff with rn)
Kiba no Shimai
Roten lay on his back on the rooftop of a building on Empress Teta. He had told himself that he hadn't come here with honest intentions. What he had been trying to prove was what he had said to
Matthew of Valendale
recently when he had caught him amidst his brutal personal training regiment. He said he was a bad person. As far as Roten cared that was true. It would probably be easy for him to flip back to being a pirate and start killing again if it was the simplest course for survival. He had come to this place to prove that. A recovering community would be easier to steal from. It would prove that he was the monster he was certain he was...So why hadn't that happened?
Roten loomed over a larger figure on the ground with his blades bared, but not in an offensive stance. They were pulled back, ready to guard. The man on the ground, a human covered in various tattoos, was trembling in fear.
"I-I swears I d-didn't mean nothin, honest!" the man pleaded. "I-it was a simple mistake, yeah!?"
"Scram," Roten snarled, baring his fangs. "Pick a fight your own size next time, or you're a dead man."
"Yous got it, b-boss!"
The man scrambled to his feet and ran, nearly tripping over boxes as he ran off down the alleyway. As the Bursantian sighed, he turned back to see the thing he had protected. It was a little girl, a young zabrak who's horns were only barely coming in. She had to be no less than seven. He didn't really know what she would think of him after his display, but what he saw surprised him.
There was no fear. The child was beaming up at him. It was so wide she could barely keep her eyes open.
"That was awesome! Thank you, mister Kitty!"
Roten stood there for a moment in a daze. Then, without warning, the Bursantian leapt up onto the side of a nearby building and climbed away. Not a single word was uttered, and the child was left in confusion.
He could only run away.
Now here he was. He hadn't stolen anything, he had defended a child from danger, and now he was letting opponents walk away alive? Roten sighed, clutching at his right shoulder and rubbing it as he lie there on the rooftop. He hadn't been expecting this at all. The purpose for his trip here was to prove that he was still the same, that he could still take advantage of others to survive if he had to. The path he would ultimately slip back onto...
It was almost like the road back to that life had blocked itself off from him.
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