"And so I'm worried about the no magic in the west." I had finished all of my whining and complaining and Val finished pouring my latest drink. He seemed to wait a bit before weighing in, he had surprisingly been really helpful with me coming to terms with feeling out of place in a society I wasn't a part of.
"Trezlan what happens when you dig a hole and never fill it up?" It seemed an odd question after what I had just asked.
"It will eventually fill with water if left alone I believe." I hadn't dug any holes and not filled them up with a body (another sad admission).
"And so the empty lack in the west will fill up, probably with bad more than good as that seems to be the way of things, but don't blame yourself Trezlan, you're an asshole, you're a self centered complete fool who can't see the forest from the trees and you meddle with powers you can't control or can control badly." He trailed off for a moment.
"I assume this will come around to a nice thing for me?"
"You aren't malicious, and had no idea what your interaction with Oshujon would cause, not everything bad that happens to you is your fault Trezlan, but you're still a dick." He had to include the last part because we are always antagonistic.
"And you're still a shorty." He was about to parry back my insult with one of his own when a young man with an expensive pistol interrupted us.
"You old shit, did you mess up my girl? I turned half drunkenly with a grin, probably not the best move since he just pulled the hammer back on his gun.
"Is this also not my fault Val?"
"Oh no I think this is all you Trezlan."
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