I will show no mercy for you
You have no mercy for me
The only thing that I ask
Love me mercilessly
-Hatefuck by The Bravery
Common Misconceptions
It was a question that he had always wanted to ask. Opportunities, such as her mood, had not presented themselves until now. " Where do you go, when you become still like that?", Basle had asked her before he took a bite of a crisp red fruit. They were perusing the market place on a quiet day. The weather wasn't quite as bleak as it had been. She had been walking along checking baskets and all at once, the cloud of quiescence overwhelmed every fiber of her being. A distance came between her, you, and the world itself. Leaving only the billow of a tattered heavy cloak to catch the slight breeze through the stalls.
She was turning a peach in her palm as she began to speak. Normally, her terse nature would have her deliver a succinct if not mysterious answer like, ' Away ' or ' Somewhere Else '. For once she thought to answer this rather personal question, fully. Personally. " Does your Mother still live? ", she asked quietly, not turning to look at him in the process. The velvety, thick skinned, fruit was stroked by her fingertips.
Basle swallowed the bite he'd been chewing and nodded Yes in response. " And when you visit her," Oman continued, " when you are standing on the door-mat to her home, do you take a deep breath and leave the Hunter outside before you enter? ", she inquired further. He had sunk his teeth into the meat of the red fruit and nodded once more. " Sometimes, it is like that," finishing her analogy. She offered the merchant a copper for the peach and turned slowly towards the next stall.
Basle, with a mouth full and still chewing, turned towards her with a little incredulity and said, " Hey," he took off after her, " You don't even like peaches."
