"Aramith," Mozrael hissed. "Don't do it."
Aramith had already decided. Not out of desire, but because something inside compelled him. A voice urged—Save him.
He lifted his hand.
The crowd turned as one.
"I acknowledge your boldness," Ilthane nodded. "But are you certain of what you have chosen? You wish to accept this boy's punishment?" He asked.
Mozrael looked from Ilthane to Aramith. "You can still put your hand down. He doesn't deserve this."
Go! You have to save him!
But Aramith didn't listen to her. The voices in his mind were stronger
"I accept," Aramith said at last.
Aris couldn't believe it. Why would he do this? After what I did to him?
He knew he was unworthy, and he knew Aramith was doing this out of pity, but why? He could see Mozrael trying to talk him out of it, but Aramnith still held his hand up high.
"Step forward, young man," Ilthane spoke.
Aramith moved, but Mozrael grabbed his hand and spun him around.
