Re: The Cat: Rae and Kratos
Everything could be killed. The difficulty, and how long the state would linger, those were the real questions. The big man simply looked like a big man, gray skin and tattoos not withstanding, and so it would be logical for most beings in this world to assume he was as easy to kill as any other man. Kratos had other names, however. The "god killer" one was not a boast. He had hoped to leave it behind, but since there were gods here, he would keep it on a nearby shelf, if he must. He found these Repose gods to be a passive bunch, however, and approved. He too was passive: he was a father, and his primary concern was not mass murder anymore.
Kratos refilled his glass again, slowly, and did not answer her question--for many reasons. It was not his to answer, nor did he think she necessarily deserved to know. The ruby became carmine again, and he looked up at her question. He stared at her for about the length of a breath. "You are a woman." He seemed to think that answered it.