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He was late on purpose. That he even remained within the borders of the Throat was more due to stubbornness than any desire to linger. He was prepared to be thrown out headfirst, but if it came to that then he would make the Sultans do it themselves. Maybe then they would at least remember him. It wouldn't be much to be remembered by, but Cathun was shedding his illusions with each passing day. He was pretty sure that he wouldn't live to see another spring, and at this point all he cared about was to leave some kind of mark on the history of Helovia, something, anything that would prove that he had been there at all.
He came late and didn't approach the gathered herd, and made no attempt to keep up with what was going on. That they were arguing was clear as day and it only made him snort, a foul sneer on his lips as he looked between Meg, Ampere and the rest. Some family, ne!? Look at how well they were getting along, look at how honorable they all were, bickering like seagulls over stinking fish entrails. A few voices of reason were raised but they mostly drowned in the general offended squawking, and Cathun felt a sense of bitter satisfaction as he listened to it.
Who would want to get along with this lot? They couldn't even talk to one another, and when accused with something all they did was shout. No one listened, no one tried to understand, and those who did were shut out without pardon.
The sole exception stood there in the crowd, her sleek black-and-gold coat shimmering like precious stones in the sunlight. She alone was beautiful among them, to his biased eyes, and he watched her from a distance with mingled pride and pain. There would be at least one soul he'd miss, if he was made to leave the herd. The only girl who hadn't put up with his bullshit and actually offered to help after hearing his story, instead of demanding things of him he couldn't give.
He stood there in the background for a while, watching the discussion, and then left as quietly as he had arrived, bored and uncaring of whatever decision they arrived at.
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