They may use different names, but the culture is not wholly unsimilar to that of my people. You may find yourself recognizing it, as well. [ The Romans and the Church may have done quite a bit to try and homogenize things, but there were similarities among the people of the islands before all that, even so. ]
It... helps. Acclimation is not difficult when everything feels so familiar.
Trust me, no familiarity will lull you into complacency. No matter what, you will still feel alien here, and there will ever be reminders of that, both obvious and insidious...
[ There's a darkness to her tone as she says that, her eyes turning in the direction of the courthouses several blocks away still, but the image burned in her mind. ]
A cursed noble house thought themselves arbiters of their own justice. They took Mirrorbound and other refugees, brought them into their citadel, and tortured them. For the good of this city, they said...
[ The bitterness in her tone pours out like bile... ]
That depends entirely on what you'd call justice. [ And something about the way Scathach said that suggested she had her disagreements. ]
Under the breitheamh, things would have been keenly different. They would have been stripped of their land, titles, and wealth, paying each victim the divided sum of their property.
And if death was decided, it would be the right of the victims to give that death.
Does it? If the hand delivering punishment is not impartial then the friends and family of the punished consider themselves wrong and seek their "justice". Where does that end?
[ Scathach shook her head, chuckling. ] The breitheamh is not so barbaric as to leave the matter of trying and conviction to the victim. They simply have first right to the life of the charged, if judgement deems death a viable punishment.
[ But they both knew that peace between their people did not remain soon after their parting from the mortal world, and was tenuous at best within the modern one. But she wasn't in much mood to discuss politics, either. ]
There's no Grail to quest for here... have you thought much about what to do with yourself?
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feb intro log overflow; saber
Desperate times, desperate measures. [ Scathach hummed, pulling a flask from her pouch and taking from it a long drink. ]
Of course the enemies of the World use Heroic Spirits to their own ends, as well. The Throne is still a neutral force, all things considered.
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[ She's steadily digging into the food by now. It's just... so delicious. And she really needs to keep her energy levels up, doesn't she? ]
How have you found this place?
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It... helps. Acclimation is not difficult when everything feels so familiar.
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[ She's still tucking in. That's Saber. ]
As familiar as it is, I cannot allow myself to grow complacent.
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[ There's a darkness to her tone as she says that, her eyes turning in the direction of the courthouses several blocks away still, but the image burned in her mind. ]
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[ She follows her gaze toward the courthouse curiously. ]
I have heard only generalities.
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[ The bitterness in her tone pours out like bile... ]
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[ Which sounds good to her. People deserve to be punished for their crimes. ]
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Under the breitheamh, things would have been keenly different. They would have been stripped of their land, titles, and wealth, paying each victim the divided sum of their property.
And if death was decided, it would be the right of the victims to give that death.
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[ Saber purses her lips. ]
Different peoples have different forms of justice.
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Or any justice that simply serves the interest of empire.
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Justice delivered by the hand of the wronged is not justice; merely vengeance.
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[ She doesn't particularly want to be drawn into this debate. Oh, well. ]
But I did not rule in your country nor you in mine.
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[ But they both knew that peace between their people did not remain soon after their parting from the mortal world, and was tenuous at best within the modern one. But she wasn't in much mood to discuss politics, either. ]
There's no Grail to quest for here... have you thought much about what to do with yourself?
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[ What that means is very much up to interpretation. ]
I see no alternative.
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I meant what do you intend to do with yourself in practical terms. Work, bonds, that sort of thing.
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[ Saber arches a brow. ]
I fail to see how that is relevant.
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Goodness, would you slack your shoulders a bit? All I'm asking is if you've got work prospects lines up.
The Wilders could always use more strong hands.
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[ She refuses to relax. She relaxed once and it was awful. ]
I do not see what "slack" in my shoulders has to do with anything.
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There's no Grail to war for here. You can afford to relax.
[ Learn from the celts, king. ]
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[ AKA: no. She refuses to relax. ]
I do not see why I should allow myself to become lax.
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