"I don't know that I'd call it that. Revenge in the usual sense doesn't solve many such problems very satisfyingly.
"It would also depend on who they hurt...."
Flower, flower... another scene of an elf supplying the little insects with more wine, that they'd not be able to fly straight.... Mallia ignored it, continuing to mess with the blossoms.
"Most people...? Disarm the aggressor, aid the one injured... And after that... I'd have asked them what they felt was fair penance for their injuries. If I couldn't save them... fae custom dictates it would fall to their community, what happened to their murderer. They would be at their mercy.
"Or... if they'd hurt Sia like that, he may have simply returned their weapon to them." Something about the way she said that, though... it didn't come across as though she meant that he'd hand it back nicely. "That, or he'd die quite dramatically, stalk them down later, and haunt them until they were begging to, and trying to make amends with, his 'ghost'." She was smiling despite herself, amusement in her voice.
"Of course, if it happened to me... I might let them." Was that a note of mischief creeping in, even moreso than when she'd seemingly praised a friend's tactics? "There's really no more satisfying deterrent to future misbehavior, than heartfelt repentance, when things don't go their way. Hurting them back in the moment is a lesser satisfaction by far, than more lasting psychological effects."
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Date: 2023-09-05 01:24 am (UTC)"It would also depend on who they hurt...."
Flower, flower... another scene of an elf supplying the little insects with more wine, that they'd not be able to fly straight.... Mallia ignored it, continuing to mess with the blossoms.
"Most people...? Disarm the aggressor, aid the one injured... And after that... I'd have asked them what they felt was fair penance for their injuries. If I couldn't save them... fae custom dictates it would fall to their community, what happened to their murderer. They would be at their mercy.
"Or... if they'd hurt Sia like that, he may have simply returned their weapon to them." Something about the way she said that, though... it didn't come across as though she meant that he'd hand it back nicely. "That, or he'd die quite dramatically, stalk them down later, and haunt them until they were begging to, and trying to make amends with, his 'ghost'." She was smiling despite herself, amusement in her voice.
"Of course, if it happened to me... I might let them." Was that a note of mischief creeping in, even moreso than when she'd seemingly praised a friend's tactics? "There's really no more satisfying deterrent to future misbehavior, than heartfelt repentance, when things don't go their way. Hurting them back in the moment is a lesser satisfaction by far, than more lasting psychological effects."