The carriage ride into the city was initially very quiet, with Leone frowning to herself as she thought over the Jackalkin's words while Jahi pursed her lips and stared out the window, the two needing some time to go over what they had heard and seen at the gatehouse.
As for me, I was of a mind that both sides were right; there were moments where it had seemed rather thuggish to me, but the more I thought about it, the more it made sense that this harsh land would have harsh rules.
To live and thrive here, you needed to work together, and if someone began to pull less and less weight, they were a liability and a threat to the collective; even though this country seemed to praise and idolize the individual, they understood that being an important individual meant being a greater part of the collective.
