He looked at the two black daggers in his hands, then at the old elf crumpled against the wall.
'Yeah, that felt really good.'
She wasn't moving. He could just walk over, stick these daggers in her, and be done with it. No more tests, no more being looked at like he was dirt. It would be so easy.
Serian had asked him why he was even trying, why he'd come with them so easily. He remembered telling her he was tired of being alone, that he wanted to see what it was like to not push everyone away.
What a joke.
He had tried. He had actually tried to play along, to be the 'guest', to see if maybe these elves were different from the humans back home. But they weren't. They looked at him with the same disgust, spat on the ground where he walked, and called him filth. It was the same old crap, just with pointy ears this time.
