no thank you - private , righthook

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    He had heard of this guy. Recently, he had come out of a fog of inattentiveness and it had been a nice change to feel focused for once which the news of the stranger had made him feel. He would not dig too deep. That was risky plus it placed a dark light on the view of peer to peer. He had focused himself on keeping a positive way around the clan and keeping himself on good terms with all that he could manage. He would enforce that principle and extend it to those who were so-called traitors.


    "Hi, I'm Joe. Don't think we've met before." He gave a sincere and fair-natured smile before proceeding. "Hey, I know it's none'a my business, but why'd you do what you did?"
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; margin-bottom: 5px;][justify][font=georgia]right wasn't exactly accustomed to being asked outrigjt about his crimes -- being judged about it, yes, but not being questioned. the two sides of darkclan seemed to be set in their opinions on him whether supportive or condemning. those who supported would ask him quietly if he was alright, while those who condemned him asked him very little at all.


    joe belonged to neither camp, not that right knew of anyways, and his nerves at the other's approached sparked wildly. yet he was a simple guy and answered the questions he was asked.


    "i - i'm not right. in the head. my -- ivan, he -- ... someone did something and now if he... if he says the right things then i -- don't remember what i do. i just... do what he says."


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    That didn't excuse his behavior by any means, at least to Joe it didn't. Right was the one to get himself into the mess with that supposed man or beast or whatever in his head. All that was left was for him to get himself out of his mess. He could do that if he ever did a good deed for them; still the resounding din of what had happened would echo through the minds of many of the Darkclanners. Gee, now it sounded hard just to be him. Joe was at a crossroads.


    The thought of this Righthook fella being that way now tightened its grip on the dog. He had put trust in everyone in the clan, automatically, and look what could come of it! Should he go on trusting or be picky about who earned his confidence in them?


    "Doesn't excuse it, mister.", he settled on saying. "You ever gonna make it up to us?"
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    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; margin-bottom: 5px;][justify][font=georgia]righthook was taken aback, panicked by the upfront questions about what he was going to do to make it up to them. the black tom shook a little bit, nervous enough to tremble in his extremities, concerned enough to have his limbs unable to remain still. he... he was nervous enough to feel himself sinking, drowning a little in his own guilt and grief, his inability to come to terms with what he'd done. what could he ever do to make it up to them? blinking back the moistness in his golden gaze, trying not to let the panic in his mind bleed through to his words, despite, how quiet and tense they were.


    "i -- i'm sorry, i'll -- i'll do my best. i... i don't know wh-what you want though."


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