" That… you will have to figure out on your own…" Jaber chewed on those words as the caravan carried on the next morning.
Figure it out how? The boy literally knew nothing but to cut and brew poison. Nothing he considered fitting for atoning. Not unless someone wanted someone else dead, which didn't at all differ from what the Hashashins were doing.
No matter how hard he thought about it, he found himself turning in circles. He had already accepted that he could never live a decent life again after what he was made to do under Ashar and his men, but Khalid and Sindbad lit a fire under his feet, trying to convince him that he could fix it and make atonement somehow.
Part of him wanted to believe in that from the bottom of his heart, but deep down, he knew that bloodied hands could bring nothing but more blood.
