Veraka, already getting tired of being berated on, just turned away from his older brother. A thought then crossed his mind; turning back to his brother and staring at him, his silver orbs boring into his brothers eyes, he asked, "and what happens when what is good for the tribe goes against everything I stand for, something that may bring honor to our tribe, but takes away that which makes me who I am, takes away my honor, my dignity, my morality, huh? How can you, or anyone in our tribe, ask me to violate this woman as such, just for a the sake of our society, in order to achieve unification of some other tribe. You, and all of our tribe, ask me to become an object, and to make this young woman, whom had no choice in this decision as well, an object, something with no consciousness of her own. How far are we all willing to go for honor, for the tribe, when it sacrifices the very essence of who we are?"
Without further waiting, Veraka shifted his weight and proceeded back to camp, whilst letting his words sink into his brothers skull. Some things just can't be explained to those who do not wish to understand. He thought to himself.
Neriah chuckled slightly to Finrae's response; as always, the lieutenant knew how to crack a joke. At what she said about some 'armored tank' showing up, and saying that he was here, and to see her; something didn't add up.
"Hmm, now why would a juggernaut, if your description is as true as you say it is, show up, at our doorstep, looking for me. Odd, I wonder if it's yet another male that I must seduce in order to make him leave me alone?" The fey'ri laughed lightly at her own lude comment.
In War, Justice; In Peace, Hope; In Death: Sacrifice