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The Roof, Friday evening

Other people's cognitive dissonance aside, Dinah was finding the latest weirdness totally amusing. Much better than fighting demons or being a vampire. She still had stuff to think over from both those interludes, but at least today was being a good distraction.

Right now she was practicing her air-walking on the roof again, though, and actually doing pretty well at it.

[ooc: totally open, especially to those cognitively dissonant today.]

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"Stopped... the sun." Karla didn't sound like she was exaggerating.

"She told the Dark Council that they could appoint a new guardian for her by the time the sun next rose. And then she stopped us on the edge of midnight. I still don't know how she did it," Karla said, sounding aggravated. "Especially since she only stopped the sun for the Blood. It kept rising for the land and the animals and the landens. Only the Blood, human and kindred, were affected."

"That's a much less violent solution for a bunch of idiots being dumb." Triela would have shot some people. Just the leaders, but...

"That's why she did it," Karla admitted softly. "She knew that Saetan was prepared to destroy the Dark Council rather than lose her. She wanted to add no more scars to his soul."

Karla looked over the roof towards the Preserve. "We talked about killing. I killed two people in the other world."

Triela frowned. "And it affected you." She shook her head. Killing people was her job. And one of the reasons she did it was that it didn't bother her. The Conditioning took care of that.

"It did," Karla admitted. "It wasn't self-defense. I went out looking for a fight, I was looking for vengeance. And I can feel their deaths on my soul. I don't regret them, exactly. The deaths were justified, but..."

"You don't have the training, or the Conditioning, to do something like that."

"I'd killed before!" Karla protested.

Granted, under incredibly different circumstances.

"And my people have no laws against murder. So..." she didn't really know where she was going with this. But she didn't want Triela thinking that she was a baby or anything.

"And? How's that supposed to matter?"

"I shouldn't have a problem with it then, is all" Karla said, a little sulkily.

Triela frowned. "That's stupid."

Someone was really good with tact. Whoever that person was, theirname wasn't Triela.

"I'm having a rough day," Karla snapped. "And that day is called the month of August."

Triela reached out to give Karla a hug. "It's okay to be bothered by killing people," she said softly. "That's normal. And it's better for most people to be that way. Especially the ones who have to make the decisions."

Karla hugged Triela, feeling bad she'd snapped. "Thanks Triela," she said. "You're right. I just...I don't know. I don't want to like killing, or be okay with killing...but I don't want to be afraid of it either."

"It sounds like your friend is," Triela said softly. Which wasn't a criticism. "I mean, I don't know how you stop the sun, but I imagine killing people is a lot easier."

"She nearly did, just a few days before," Karla said quietly. "This stupid son of a whoring bitch sent by the Council insinuated that Uncle Saetan was abusing Jaenelle. 'Forcing her to submit to his lustful attentions,' I think he said." Karla's jaw tightened and a spiderweb of frost coated the roof at her feet.

"Jaenelle attacked him. Saetan got between her; nearly shattered the Black trying to keep her away from the worthless bastard." Karla laughed, though it was a bitter, humorless sound. "She wasn't even trying to hurt Saetan, She was just trying to get by him. He drained his Jewels almost to the breaking point just trying to contain her. But he's her sword, her shield. He protects and serve. He didn't want that death on her soul, so now she'll stop the sun to keep deaths from his."

Triela nodded. "See? It's best to leave the killing to those who won't be scarred. If you can." The conditioning was good for that.

"He is the Executioner," Karla said. "But that doesn't mean that killing leaves no scar."

"It leaves one on most people." Triela shrugged. She was special.

"But if even he doesn't kill easily... no reason you should."

"It just feels so opposite of what I am. All my castes involve healing and fixing what is broken. But I will not ask others to do things for me that I wouldn't do for myself. That feels just as wrong," Karla said meditatively.

"What if someone else is better at it?" Triela leaned back slightly to look Karla in the eye. "I would ask you to heal someone before I tried it myself."

"That's not what I meant," Karla said, shaking her head. "I wouldn't ask someone to do something I wasn't willing to do. I mean, I'd defer to you when it comes to shooting, because you're better at it than I. But I wouldn't ask you to execute someone in cold blood if I were afraid of doing it myself. It would be like asking you to soil your hands with something because I'm too good to do it myself. And that's nonsense."

"That's silly," Triela decided. "You can be afraid of doing something and still be able to if you have to. Being afraid is human." Not that Triela was about to talk about any of the things she was afraid of. She liked and trusted Karla, but there were some things she kept really deeply buried.

"You're making me feel very silly, you know," Karla said, though with a smile. "You're making all these logical arguments and I'm trying to be all foolishly emotional right now. Soon, you'll be having me see sense. I thought we talked about me and learning."

Triela laughed and hugged Karla again. "You're allowed to worry and feel bad and be emotional, Karla. Just not about silly stuff like this."

Her voice was soft at Karla's ear when she spoke again. "It's just that on this subject... I've had plenty of time to think about things."

The Roof, Friday evening

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