Rymente slows his gait before stopping completely and turning back towards Sariel "While tying him up was pointless and the course of knocking it out and leaving it tied to a tree was a bit much, release was still his intent. I targeted you because your actions offended me, not because you kill them, but because you needlessly put fear into it with your goblin-head-on-a-stick trick then argued about killing it after it did everything we asked. You believe goblins are a scourge, I don't give a fuck what it is, replace it with whatever you deem fit for "people-status" and my reaction will be the same. I'm not ignorant to what goblins are, I've had lots of time to read, I know what they are; in fact, I hope it betrays me, I hope it brings more here so I can kill them. That is why I marked it, a light cut to identify it, hardly a chunk."
Rymente raises his dagger and places it on his throat then begins to dig in, blood slowly begins to seep out. He takes a step towards Sariel "But I'm the bad guy in this situation huh? Let me guess, you've never been on the opposite end of torture, never had to appease someone just so you can squeak by death or beating." He tosses the dagger to the ground "I don't have to take your shit as you look down on me as if I'm a lesser! Eight years! My only physical contact with people were when they would drag me into a blindingly, bright room, tie me up, and ask me questions. I would answer truthfully and they'd beat me then toss me into my cell where lights were just as forgotten as I was. I grew tired; tired of the whips, the sticks, the paddles so I appeased them. I answered with what I thought they would like to hear, the opposite of what I knew was true. They beat me for lying, saying I was still 'fucked in the head' and that there was no way I believed the things I said. Then they noticed my frown, they said 'Hey cheer up boy, there's always next time. Let's see that smile." He runs his fingers over the scar that runs from his cheek to the corner off his mouth "They both laughed as they took turns cutting into my flesh with a blade, for no other reason than frowning. Where do you think those men—who are 'people', who aren't the scourge upon your world—are? I'll give you a hint; they aren't running free, unbound, through a forest like that goblin. But what do you care, I'm the monster here, right?" He turns, leaving his dagger, and begins walking back towards the cavern, talking at his shoulder "Please, not now, I just wish to count..." He trails off, mumbling to himself "Five hundred thirty-eight thousand, six hundred seventy minutes."
