2861 Joint Colony (Part 1)
"I bet that all this has been staged to reinforce the trauma from the destruction of your childhood memories with the death of your friend." Tista said. "Otherwise, answer me this. Why did the members of your family abandon Narso here? Is it normal to leave a corpse of your own flesh and blood exposed for the animals to feed on them?"
Bodya shook his head again.
"If you ask me, I think that while we waited for everyone to gather in the main hall, someone took a trip to the family burial site, dug up Narso's corpse, and brought it here. Forrn did everything he could to push you away from me.
"He vomited bile and resentment on you like he wanted to argue yet he sent you away before you could answer him. Maybe I've been around Jirni Ernas for too long but I think you are being manipulated.
"As for our relationship, you are right, we aren't that close and that's mostly my fault but that doesn't mean that I don't care about you. I don't know what the future holds for us but I'll be damned if I let you throw everything away because of an old snake.
"Whatever you decide, I'll accept it but I want to make sure that it's what you want, not that you just parrot Forrn's words." Tista let go of his neck and took several steps back, even shrinking back to her human form.
"I'm done. Take your time and give me your answer."
She walked away slowly, leaving Bodya alone with his thoughts. He looked around the scene of the battle again, this time without letting his emotions cloud his judgment.
He noticed many details that were inconsistent with his early reconstruction of the events and that supported Tista's hypothesis. The effects of the acid were too extensive to be the work of a single Nidhogg and the position of the corpse was weird.
Narso's bones came out of the ground at regular intervals, like he had been swarmed while slithering in and out of the soil and also killed so quickly that he had failed to either fly away or dive down for cover.
That was the only possible explanation, unless, of course, everything was staged. The thought made his stomach churn and dizziness blurred his vision.
The inconsistencies and the weirdness of Narso's death scene were no proof of anything. Bodya had seen many even more unbelievable things happen amid the chaos of battle and the amount of acid that the soil was laden with could be easily explained.
Maybe Narso had fought together with other members of the tribe and lagged behind during a retreat, forcing them to abandon him there. Maybe he had been caught by surprise and realizing he had no chance of survival, he had spread his acidic blood everywhere to bring down with him as many enemies as possible.
All Bodya had were a bunch of theories and a single certainty: his life had come to a point of no return.
If he decided to believe to Tista's words, returning to his tribe was out of the question, no matter if their relationship blossomed or withered. How could he trust people who claimed to love and care for him yet didn't hesitate to exploit a tragedy for their ends?
There were bite marks on Narso's bones, indicating that after he had bled out, monsters or scavengers had preyed on his corpse. If Tista was right, leaving the body in the open like that was a ruthless, intentional act meant to shake Bodya.
He could understand his tribe's outrage for his prolonged absence and the current colonization of Jiera but such things were no excuse to defile the body of a warrior of their tribe to manipulate another.
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