Child killer. Casany twisted her lips. It was no honorable title to wear. Yet this was not the issue right now, whether it should be or not. War with each other was not the way. It is just the way backwards.
The Mandalorians were already scattered and fractured. The Mandalorian who stood beside Srucayr echoed as much.
Adenn sought to keep everyone present right where they were, accounted for and on the same side, but Kotii had his own intentions. When the warden of Mandalore intended on something then it certainly carried some weight.
So there it was: a choice between Kotii or Srucayr. Based on defenses and resources, it might not be an easy decision, but it was not one that Adenn held the mantle of making alone.
“When our dromons spat fire at the worlds beneath them,” Casany spoke to her people. “Did their children weep blood? Did mothers embrace dead infants? Did fathers return to graves whose skeletons were half their height?” Eyes and visors were searched. “Did the sons and daughters of Mandalore not conquer with war?”
She looked at Kotii. “When is it permitted for the casualties of war to include children?” Then at Srucayr. “When is it war and not just the butchering of children?” Either man might have an answer but the answers weren’t important.
“What I know is that we are the Children of Mandalore, and war is coming. No, it has already come. As far as we have come, as hard as we have survived, us fighting Mandalorians, we are splintered and now at odds. We are not one people. We are not united.”
Stating the obvious now, Casany shrugged her heavy shoulders. “I will not tell you what is right or wrong, that is up to each one of you to decide for yourselves, but separating ourselves even further makes us weaker, not stronger.”
It wasn’t up to her. Kotii Solus had made up his mind and Srucayr had to make up his as much as everyone else did. “That said, Clan Praxor stands ready for the Mandalorians, whether here or there.” Casany looked between Kotii and Srucayr one more time. “With or without either of you.”
The Mandalorians were already scattered and fractured. The Mandalorian who stood beside Srucayr echoed as much.
Adenn sought to keep everyone present right where they were, accounted for and on the same side, but Kotii had his own intentions. When the warden of Mandalore intended on something then it certainly carried some weight.
So there it was: a choice between Kotii or Srucayr. Based on defenses and resources, it might not be an easy decision, but it was not one that Adenn held the mantle of making alone.
“When our dromons spat fire at the worlds beneath them,” Casany spoke to her people. “Did their children weep blood? Did mothers embrace dead infants? Did fathers return to graves whose skeletons were half their height?” Eyes and visors were searched. “Did the sons and daughters of Mandalore not conquer with war?”
She looked at Kotii. “When is it permitted for the casualties of war to include children?” Then at Srucayr. “When is it war and not just the butchering of children?” Either man might have an answer but the answers weren’t important.
“What I know is that we are the Children of Mandalore, and war is coming. No, it has already come. As far as we have come, as hard as we have survived, us fighting Mandalorians, we are splintered and now at odds. We are not one people. We are not united.”
Stating the obvious now, Casany shrugged her heavy shoulders. “I will not tell you what is right or wrong, that is up to each one of you to decide for yourselves, but separating ourselves even further makes us weaker, not stronger.”
It wasn’t up to her. Kotii Solus had made up his mind and Srucayr had to make up his as much as everyone else did. “That said, Clan Praxor stands ready for the Mandalorians, whether here or there.” Casany looked between Kotii and Srucayr one more time. “With or without either of you.”
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