"You're wondering what worth there is in being good, and doing good?" She said with a giggle. "How adorable, Vessel. How adorable."
Of all the Old Gods, it was she that was blamed for the darkness, and the Dark Gods that had spawned after her, and yet it was the very laws that she governed that seemed to point to the need for some kind of moderateness in that darkness. Some sort of rules and honour that could be clung to. It was such a contradiction that Vol didn't know where to start making sense of it.
"Aye," Vol said finally, nodding his head. "I would. Those were your earnings. They'd go where you wanted them to go."
That wasn't new morality for Vol. That wasn't him trying to be sentimental. That was a morality that Jok had taught him. It was the type of thing that he'd always believed in. Atrocities could be committed, but for the men that he called comrades, there always had to be loyalty, and there always had to be honour.
