Why doesn't anyone seem to notice?
He was beginning to doubt it had happened himself, but he only had to look to his left and there was Ruce's head on their shoulders.
Surprisingly, sharing a body wasn't all that bad. It might have made him feel a bit like a stranger in his own skin, if the priests that adopted him hadn't done a pretty good job at that already.
And it brought with it a strange clarity. The world was thrown into stark relief, and his mission needed to be amended. Had he brought Justice to those children? He'd delivered Terem straight into the maw of a beholder. Sure, he was safe, but the monster could clearly come back for him at any time. Nevermind he was still an orphan, and having been one himself, Qabbiqah knew that was no Justice. That was what had driven him to his mission in the first place.
Did Justice even exist? Standing here in a tunnel piled high with goblin corpses and smeared with their excrement, he was beginning to think not.
Hmm.
It was definitely strange, though. As an orc, he was accustomed to people looking at him as if he had two heads. Now that he actually had two heads, no one seemed to notice.
Osiris was awake now. By the look on his face, at least the elf seemed to acknowledge the curse. Or did he? No, that was the same sneering look the elf was always giving him. Wait, what? Why doesn't Osiris like him? Why doesn't he like Osiris?
Hmmmm.
He/they was/were still holding the cursed ax that had melded them in the first place. He/they couldn't put it down, and actually, at the moment, he/they didn't want to. Instead, he/they contemplated the blade slicing through an elven neck.
He shook it off. Just because you look like a monster is no reason to act uncivilized.
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