>>6093606While holding the attempted murder weapons in your hands by their handles, slowly lowering them you turn your focus back to Raditz. Not speaking, but waiting to see how he handles this. He looks at you a moment, a strange, almost disappointed look in his eyes before he stands up, going over to his wife and hugging her to him as he whispers something to her. You don't try and focus your hearing on their words, giving them what privacy you can by looking away and turning your focus. After a few seconds you hear footsteps, turning to see her going back into a room further inside the home, Raditz walking back to the table and sitting down.
“I'm... Sorry, about her outburst.” he says, his tone almost annoyed. “You've had quite the effect on her. It took over a year for her to sleep through the night, to stop waking up in the middle of the night screaming in terror. It's almost impressive how badly you scarred her.”
As he talks, you feel your guilt and shame mounting. Knowing you'd ruined this woman's life, crushed her so thoroughly that even after escaping your grasp she'd still been terrified of the thought of you weighs on your mind. But, in a small, darker corner you feel part of you is satisfied knowing that, that she deserved it for what she-
“But back to what's important. She's terrified about having our child so far out here, with a people so... Technologically challenged.” he continues, using the black stone edge of his knife to effortlessly cut through the meat. “That, without proper medical support, our child could be in danger. I've told her that the people here are far inferior to us and reproduce just fine, but she's still anxious.”
“So you're wanting what, getting a healing pod brought in? A medical bay module? How would you even power it?” you ask him, looking at the simple yet sturdy craftsmanship of the knife before taking it to your own food, marveling at how effortlessly it cuts. Gliding through the meat even without normal serrations. You'll have to ask him about these knives, they're insanely sharp!
“No, nothing quite like that.” he says, setting the fork down and looking up to you, his expression changing. Suddenly you don't recognize him, your instincts warning you that something's not right, something is <span class="mu-i">wrong</span> here. “What she needs, to have this baby carefully, is for you to do one thing for us.”
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