((Told in Seneca's Voice))
I baulked when Onyx asked me assist her with an injured kit upon
reaching her shack. “I'm no medic.” I reminded her. To which, she
reminded me of how few trusted friends she had as an elderly gladium.
Seeing her patient really put things in perspective. You think
you've suffered some rough hardships in life. You wouldn't think a
cub, been on Tyria a mere fraction of the time you have, could have
it worse. Until you see one so malnourished and mistreated it shames
you to see what some in your own race, your own city, are capable of.
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