
<Episode 16>
When nobody heard anything from Christopher his inner circle sent somebody to check out the Arena. Word came an hour later, Christopher was dead. The news spread like wildfire soon after. People were weeping while others were cursing Anderson and the Drakan Killer. Some just wandered around with a blank look on there face or sat in stunned silence. He, on there other hand, didn’t know what to feel. On one hand he couldn’t stand the wanna be king. But the effect his death had wasn’t helpful to the cause. Jason stayed away from the others for that reason. He didn’t want to explain himself to the others, no good could come from the situation.
The old woman, Emily, walked by where he was standing and looked at him. Then she stopped and studied him a little more closely. After a moment she said, “I thought you would have been pleased at the way things turned out.”
“Don’t try your hocus pocus crap with me old woman. I know better than to think you can see into my soul.”
She actually chuckled at him. “Nobody needs a special gift to see how you felt about him. They can see it in your eyes how much you despised him.”
“He obviously didn’t know it, did he?”, he shot back.
“Oh Christopher knew Jason, he knew. In fact he told me he was glad you were around.” She smiled as he raised a questioning eyebrow. “He always felt that you and the ones like you kept him honest.” She turned to leave, “He always appreciated that, even if he despised the way you did things.”
“Then why did he send me on those missions then? If he despised them so much he should have found another way.”
“Because those missions needed your particular skills. And he knew he would have to live with the results. If there was a way for this rebellion to complete it goals without shedding a drop of blood he would have jumped on it in a heartbeat. But like any good student of history he knew that was rarely the case and steeled himself for it.”
“So as far as he was concerned I was a necessary evil then, is that what you’re saying?”
“If you wish to put it that way.”
“So how did he see me then?”
“As a poor soul he was condemning to hell.” She stopped and turned just enough to give him another look over. “But you were already on you way there, weren’t you?”
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