There are times when everything seems to slow down, even his own movements. Indeed, there are times when it seems that he is slowed more than others, though he knows this isn’t really the case. He has to choose his battles, he knows, cannot fight every instance of wrongdoing. And there are times when the lines are blurred. When one has been betrayed, is it wrong to end the life of the traitor? If that life was sworn to the betrayed party, is it less wrong?
Those are the questions that went through the Crimson Flash’s mind as he left the Inn and ran. It was not the first time he had witnessed a death, nor the first time he did nothing to stop it. He decided that the deceased in this case had entered into an agreement which she knew could end with her death. She was aware of the consequences of her actions, and proceeded regardless, and so it was not his place to save her life. Those who enter into intrigues take their lives into their hands with their eyes open. It was not the same as those he helped on the streets and in the alleyways. Besides, the magic that had been used to end her life was something which even his speed could likely not do much to stop.
Such are the rationalizations that one makes, when one sees pain and does nothing.
He ran. Better to find someone he knows he can help, someone he can believe guiltless in the events leading to their situations. A builder working late slipped and fell from a ledge, and was caught and set on his feet. A boy was set on by a gang for wandering into the wrong place, and was pulled away to safety.
He let one life end, but saved two others. He was sure at least one of them would have been lost, had he stopped the death in the Inn. Likely, he would not have gotten to either of them, as he would not have been driven by his guilt to run (assuming he would even have been successful in his efforts). He wondered if it would be enough, as he returned, knowing it wouldn’t be. He would go out to run again, later, and would probably not get any sleep that night. Rhy’Din was a big city, and there were always those in need or in danger.
He hoped he would be able to help enough people to not feel ashamed any more. Or, at the least, become tired enough that it wouldn’t matter enough to keep him from sleep.
Those are the questions that went through the Crimson Flash’s mind as he left the Inn and ran. It was not the first time he had witnessed a death, nor the first time he did nothing to stop it. He decided that the deceased in this case had entered into an agreement which she knew could end with her death. She was aware of the consequences of her actions, and proceeded regardless, and so it was not his place to save her life. Those who enter into intrigues take their lives into their hands with their eyes open. It was not the same as those he helped on the streets and in the alleyways. Besides, the magic that had been used to end her life was something which even his speed could likely not do much to stop.
Such are the rationalizations that one makes, when one sees pain and does nothing.
He ran. Better to find someone he knows he can help, someone he can believe guiltless in the events leading to their situations. A builder working late slipped and fell from a ledge, and was caught and set on his feet. A boy was set on by a gang for wandering into the wrong place, and was pulled away to safety.
He let one life end, but saved two others. He was sure at least one of them would have been lost, had he stopped the death in the Inn. Likely, he would not have gotten to either of them, as he would not have been driven by his guilt to run (assuming he would even have been successful in his efforts). He wondered if it would be enough, as he returned, knowing it wouldn’t be. He would go out to run again, later, and would probably not get any sleep that night. Rhy’Din was a big city, and there were always those in need or in danger.
He hoped he would be able to help enough people to not feel ashamed any more. Or, at the least, become tired enough that it wouldn’t matter enough to keep him from sleep.