Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Fathoming Love ❯ Chapter 9 ( Chapter 9 )

Fathoming Love

Chapter 9

Horsey Fish

 

 

I'd been to this place before. This place. This knowledge that comes between reality and a dream. The part where you KNOW that you're dreaming and you don't want to let it go. But you know that the longer you're aware of these facts, the closer you come to being forced out. Of being abandoned once again to the cold, harsh truths of the world. Of the hated reality that leaves behind nothing but a dull, aching loss.

 

I'd been here. I could recognize everything. The smells, the faint breeze coming from the open window, flooded with the familiar shade of light.

 

“Horsey fish! Horsey fish!”

 

My eyebrows squinted together. I knew that voice. I've always known that voice here. In my dreams. In this blessed haven that allows me to escape the pain. In this special piece of time that I hold so sacred. It has meaning. I know that even in reality. But for now, I stopped thinking of reality. I knew that voice.

 

Justin.

 

I could hear him laughing, that outburst of mocking giggles that could melt me even on the most hectic of days. He sat, bouncing up and down on a hopper ball we'd bought him for his birthday, his favorite.

 

“Horsey Fish! Look dad! Look at the horsey fish!”

 

“Not now Justin, daddy's busy.” I called over my desk full of papers. Another case? I'd barely finished the paper work for the last! As I guessed, Justin didn't care about my tight schedule, sauntering up to me in his curious type way and padding my knee with his chubby, dimpled hands.

 

“But you're gonna miss it!”

 

Apparently forgetting me entirely, he began to buzz around in circles, like some sort of air plane, making large swoops in front of the small T.V. the sight of an overgrown sea horse blaring on the screen.

 

“Captain Coral, fighting for justice and truth!”

 

I could hear the overly dramatic voice sputtering out ridiculous words and phrases I'd long forgotten since the early days of Batman and Robin, flipping envelopes open and packing them with useless trash. I smiled to myself, hearing Justin copying the hero word for word, standing there proudly like a soldier.

 

“Living life with bravery, courage, and strength of the heart!”

 

I awoke with a start, my eyes bursting open like they do and leaving me to wonder if they'd been that way for a long time. Laura didn't even stir, laying on her side, turned away from me as she always was. The cold shoulder, even when I was asleep.

 

And thoughts of the horsey fish poisoning my mind, or any chance of a good mood for the day.

 

Throwing on my clothes I'd chosen the night before, it was not long before I was met by the freezing cold November air, just another reminder that time was short, and so was progress. The idea that this being, I'd become nearly infatuated with, was a killer, seemed absurd. True, the more he spoke, the more evils of his past were revealed. But still, there was a light within him, a sorrow in his eyes and a regret that I could bet you anything he would have denied.

 

I drove, watching with minute pleasure how the fresh morning sun made the dew drenched grass glitter, the shimmer it graced the dark pavement with. The simple pleasures in life that one thought of the Horsey Fish could melt away.

 

It had been a favorite cartoon hero of my son, Justin. I could recall, as in my dream, so many times when he'd recited the famous pledge of bravery and courage, danced to the corny music and gasped at the ridiculously predictable plots. I'd promised him the newest stuffed animal, a chubby, soft replica of the valiant Captain Coral, coated in fur. I had it put on hold at the local toy store a month in advance. It would have been his 4th Christmas present. He never got it.

 

That was nearly a year ago at this time.

 

 

 

“Tazial.” Vegeta growled irritably. “You're late.”

 

“Sorry.” I stuttered out, completely without feeling. “It was a rough morning.”

 

But I could tell he wanted no explanation and gesturing with his expressional eyes, told me to click on the tape recorder.

 

“Where was I last time?” Vegeta asked. “Damn this ridiculous routine. I hate it.”

 

I glanced up at his angry, frustrated expression.

 

“I mean it Camden,” He muttered. “I hate this…. This talking. Its absurd!”

 

“Than why do it?” I asked suddenly, honestly curious to know. “Why bother? With your strength, you'd have no need stay here. To deal with all this or grace me enough with your story. You could leave any time you wanted.” And for the first time, I realized that I truly believed this.

 

“And go where? Do what? No, no this is my last chance. My attempt at justifying, putting right all that went wrong. We all face our demons one way or another. This is how I must deal.” He groaned. “Much as I detest every second of this god forsaken shit hole!”

 

“You're in a good mood.” I grumbled sarcastically. I was answered by a characteristic “hmph” and a shrug.

 

“Those damn doctors.” He grumbled. “Insisting I eat that trash they label food. I've flushed more appetizing things.”

 

I couldn't stifle the laugh that came forth at his dry humor, for some reason wondering if he ate the food very often at all. I hadn't noticed, being too engulfed in his story, but he'd lost an amount of weight since I'd met him.

 

“But enough of this boring chit chat.” He sighed, changing the subject quickly. “Ah, now I remember. The first time that Zarbon taught me how to kill with purpose.

 

“After that, search and destroy missions were easier than any other, my resolve to “free” these doomed creatures, all the more powerful. Because it came down to that, did it not? For if I didn't kill them on sight, a life of slavery, much like my own, was all that would await them.

 

“When I killed a young girl, blasting her with a single energy beam through her heart, I saw only the life of a brothel whore that would have met her if I chose to miss. When I killed young boys or teenagers, I knew that in a sick, demented way, I let them keep their innocence, their hands clean of the blood that would stain them if forced into my line of work. I saved them. I saved them all.

 

“My life with Zarbon grew closer and closer, and though I was growing to the age of thirteen, he still kept me in his own bed, bestowing kisses upon my thinning cheeks at night, holding my muscular body closer and closer. If I hadn't been so God awfully stupid, I might have seen the truth, as so many of the ship's crew tried to tell me. That slowly but surely, Zarbon was falling in love with me.

 

“I suppose it was meant to be that way. For he'd loved me as a child, only in a different, more pure sense. He'd loved my smooth, child skin. He'd loved my rounded, imploring eyes and the sweet innocence that years of bloodshed seemed to dissipate. But now that love began to change, to morph into something else. Something stronger that I know now he could never have denied or sought to control. It simply wasn't meant to be that way.

 

“I was thirteen when I knew my first sexual experience, and take heed Tazial, I'm not about to edit it for you.”

 

I smiled knowingly, acknowledging that indeed, Vegeta had up until this point never given me the option of such “editing” and most certainly wasn't about to start.

 

“It was on a planet named Nomache, the most beautiful planet you could ever imagine. You humans crack me up,” he chuckled. “with your ideas and dreams of Heaven. The white, flowing clouds. The masses of angels and cherubs, wings and halos alike. When I imagined Heaven in those days, it was simply Nomache. Nomache, Nomache. The most incredible planet in the galaxy, spared entirely by Frieza not only for its rare and indescribable plant life, but for its provocative, promiscuous life forms. Not one had ever lost his life by the hands of Frieza's guards and the planet itself was a safe house for any who could land.

 

“It was a land of mass beauty, purples and light greens as far as the eye could behold, its inhabitance a kind, thoughtful bunch of nymphomaniacs, built with the same frame as humans and Saiyans, and blessed with velvety, purple skin. The color of lilacs, a poet would say. But if I could sum up this planet, I would simply say that it was a brothel.”

 

I cracked up at this, watching him as he laughed with me, the idea of millions of nymphos all crowded into one planet, a refreshing break from the angsty stories he'd told me so far.

 

“You see Tazial, these people, unlike humans, had absolutely no quarrel with the idea of sex. Where you people got the idea that such a thing as reproducing was forbidden, I'm not sure. It seems to have its place amongst society and reaches back into the history books, though why I can't say. If your animal life has no problem with mating out in the open, why is it such a shameful display for you? Ahhhh…. But you humans with your strange ideas. I swear, I'll never get it.

 

“But like I was saying, the Nomache people were obsessed with sex, and to be visiting for the first time was…… quite the experience. Especially for a virgin who, as I walked through the streets and noticed creatures doing this thing, was completely lost.

 

“Zarbon held my hand, and I was grateful for this gesture, still standing at least a foot beneath his 6'5 height. I watched with wide eyes as a male Nomachean pushed a female against a brown dirt wall (as all their dwelling places were made of dried clay) forcing his erected self inside of her before she even had time to straddle his waist, making all sorts of disturbing noise as they did this absolutely shamelessly. I mean, crowds came to watch, some joining in as they became aroused themselves. I was….. well Tazial, to be honest, I was HORRIFIED!

 

“Did I have to do this? Did I have to force my way inside another person? Make them scream out all sorts of perverse things, put my body inside some place I hadn't even realized WAS a place until broken open? I could have vomited in my sickened state. For I knew that we weren't here to conquer anything, as Zarbon had stated with quite the grin. At least not anything “physical” he'd chuckled.

 

“Walking inside of a great red building, I was nearly knocked over by the strong amount of incense and smoke that met us inside, the dwelling packed with men and women alike, drinking, smoking from great pipes I was to learn were called “hookahs”. Nappa and Radditz, the two Saiyan males that were allowed onto Frieza's ship and had accompanied us, went their own way, one moseying up to a table full of nearly naked women, another joining the men circled around a large blue hookah who were presently playing a card game of sorts.”

 

“There were other Saiyans with you?” I asked, stunned as he nodded.

 

“Ahhh… Nappa and Radditz. I swear I'm the worst story teller. I've simply left them out haven't I? Though I suppose this is not exactly a travesty! Many people might have imagined that these men played a large role in my life, as I arrived on earth accompanied by one. But this is simply untrue, and my leaving them both out of my story up until this point is neither out of a grudge or hatefulness as much as it is a simple overlooking.

 

“Radditz was a burly genius, as was his father. And I tell you that they are the ONLY ones in that family line to have inherited this trait. Radditz mother was a simpleton, easily amused by the most foolish things and rather air headed, picking the most inopportune and inappropriate times to belligerently spit out foolhardy ideas and thoughts. Or at least that's how I remember her, though I cannot say that I might not be thinking of the wrong person.

 

“Radditz himself was beautiful in appearance, with a smooth, handsomely curved face and angular eyes. He had a presence about him that demanded a certain dignity, like……… like a sophistication that far out seeded everyone else. For our race, he was considered very weak and yet was still given a large amount of respect. I suppose he would have lived a very long time had it not been for his addiction to nearly every man's weakness.”

 

“Which is?”

 

“Well, besides football,” Vegeta cracked. “Sex.

 

“Radditz would have put his dick in a dog if it looked at him right. That was what kept him utterly cast out of Frieza's good graces. The amount of times he was caught on a planet over due for a purge, found in a local whore house, could amount to the times he actually did what he was told. For these same reasons, he neglected to train properly and never achieved the sort of strength his family line was destined for.”

 

“And the other?” I asked.

 

“The other was Nappa,” He said lazily, stretching back into his chair.

 

“Nappa, Nappa, Nappa. He'd been a great part of my life until I was seized by Frieza and made a slave upon his ship. He'd watched over me, will alone keeping his hand steady when I'd bawled relentlessly in my crib. I think I still wake up sometimes and expect to see his ugly bald head hovering over me!

 

“But no, at this time in my life, when he'd come with me and Zarbon to Nomache, his presence in my daily schedule was seldom. He was respected and allowed upon the ship for his massive size alone, for I bare witness that Frieza would have rather eaten his own raw tail than stare into that grisly face for hours on end. At this time he still believed the pitiful lie that Frieza had given us. That our planet and our people were wiped out forever by a meteorite that had strangely never been picked up by our technology, and we had coincidentally escaped such a fate only hours before it had occurred. For this reason, and granted, a few others, Nappa remains an idiot in my eyes up to this day and beyond.

 

“And so, we entered the building in Nomache, and both Nappa and Radditz went their ways, Radditz to a circle of naked Nomacheans, and Nappa to a card game.

 

 

 

“But I was to find that neither of these was my destination, and tugging me along, Zarbon traveled up a flight of stairs, the scent of incense being mixed with the strong, sweet perfume of flowers.

 

“The sight I was met with could be compared to the garden of Eden. A room I suppose you could call it, but flooded by purple and pink light, the creatures within immaculate, fairylike and beautiful to the extremities I cannot put into words, and indeed if I tried, would only succeed in making a grand fool of myself.

 

“Flowers of all kinds blossomed upon the walls, gleaming with a sunlight that seemed to flow from within. Everything sparkled with life, though shadows clutched the walls in purple and blue. There were no windows, and as far as I could tell, no lamps or lighting source of any kind. And yet it was not dark and gloomy due to the shine from the flowers and hookahs that graced the tables.

 

“But I go on too much about the scenery. I probably only took a once over when I was there anyways. The inhabitance was what really caught my eye. Clothes, I was to find, was something forbidden by the workers here. And by workers I mean prostitutes. I was later to learn from Zarbon, that he'd paid quite the hefty price to be allowed inside at all, and reserved this room months in advance.

 

“All around me people were having sex.” He laughed, almost blushing at the thought. Being human, I chuckle now, I was in an utmost discomforted state, trying not to imagine these things in TOO much detail, if you catch my drift. Remember reader, I WAS a young man then!

 

“I mean it Tazial! Everyone was having sex. If my pride was not so strong, I might have tugged on Zarbon's arm and demanded just what was the meaning of all this heavy moaning and seemingly painful penetration. But when noticing my apprehensive stares, Zarbon simply laughed, looking carefree and flushed as I'd rarely seen him, and mussed my hair.

 

` “Relax my young prince. Listen to your body and feed with your eyes. Nature will take care of you in its own time.”

 

“And with that, the bastard left me! LEFT ME! Right there in the middle of a mass orgy, deserting me right on the short stool and wandering up to a pair of female Nomacheans who were at present, pushing their fingers up inside of the other, oblivious to the men masturbating at the sight.

 

“I watched him with absolute wonder, never having seen him do this before. As I was to learn not too long after this encounter, Zarbon was well known around the galaxy for his…… I'm going to leave it at “skills.” But his sexual appetite left most men of any planet completely in the dust.

 

“He lifted his hands to their throats, getting their attention as he kissed them, one after the other, leading himself into the middle and gracefully tossing them into his lap. He let them take off his armor, something I felt was somewhat foolish, leaving him vulnerable to them, seeming helpless and weak or something. Or perhaps I was just jealous of their attention, or jealous that he'd left ME for it! Whatever the case, I watched as they both smiled at him, smiled at each other and bowed their heads downwards.

 

“At this, I felt an unexplained tightening. Like… hahaha, well I guess I don't have to explain it to you Tazial!” he said, knocking my arm in a friendly, completely foreign to his nature, manner. “I got an erection and I tell you I'd never been more embarrassed in my life. What was wrong with me?! What was happening to my body!? The member that, for all my life I'd had NO idea had a purpose, was now hard and stiff, confined in my pants and pressing against my leg!

 

“To tell the truth, I knew that every body member had some REASON for being attached and up until now, I'd forgiven this one for simply being in creation for no purpose. But this was unforgivable I tell you! Surely people could see my distress even as I grabbed a nearby pillow and held it protectively over my crotch. I was mortified. My cheeks were blood red no doubt, my legs weak, my ……… ahem! rock hard and obscenely irritating, and sweat was pouring into my eyes as the temperature in the room seemed to escalate.

 

“I stared pleading at Zarbon, who now laid his head back and gazed in a dreamlike state at the ceiling. But it seemed the more I looked around for a solution, the more aroused I became. IT WAS EVERYWHERE! Two men in the corner pounding away at each other, five couples connected in……… well shoot, even now I'm not sure how they all worked that one out! But I tell you creativity was not amiss in that structure!

 

“And then my eyes fell on one lone figure that had just entered the room, entirely naked and beautiful to look upon, as all the others were suddenly boring in my eyes. A lean, soft body, covered in purple skin and pink hair with glistening streaks of lime green, all curled in a cherub fashion upon his head. Tiny ringlets fell in his eyes that were dusted with heavy makeup, glittering with fairy dust, and stretched by purple eyeliner in an Egyptian style. Pink tainted his cheeks and stunning silvery gold touched his full lips. Perhaps he was so stunning because he looked about my age, shorter than I was and feminine. A eunuch by choice.

 

“His whole body glistened with gold shimmer, and to my horror, his lime green eyes were staring directly at me! I can only imagine how terrified I must have looked right about then, as his stark naked form approached me, no modesty present as he made no attempt to cover the part of his body that had once been there and now was surgically absent.

 

“He kneeled down before me, subjecting his entire form to the light that gleamed upon him from the flowers and the glass pipe near us. Lifting the hose of the hookah, his pouty lips opened just slightly, enough to filter the smoke into his mouth and down into his lungs before letting it out into my face, a sweet, peach smell. He seemed a fairytale creature, entirely silent and yet oblivious to how his impenetrable stare discomforted me. He never moved his eyes from their connection to mine, only blinking when he would look downwards at my………. situation.

 

“He offered the head of the pipe to me, and flabbergasted by the whole situation, I accepted, drawing in FAR too much and nearly losing him in the great gasp of smoke that was hurled out of me in an embarrassing coughing fit. My eyes burned and I felt close to vomiting as the peach flavored over whelmed me. But rather then be turned away by my pathetic behavior, he smiled, his eyes squinting in the gesture and his ripe, plump lips stretching gorgeously.

 

“When I'd coughed my last bit of choking air, he moved towards me, pressing his sumptuous mouth against my own, kissing me the way Zarbon did, which, as you may or may not have guessed, took me utterly by surprise. But why did he do this, I tried to reason. Zarbon cared for me, knew me, no doubt loved me. How could this creature, who'd seen me at my most humiliating time, who knew nothing about me, offer something so meaningful to me? It was ludicrous.

 

“I glanced over at Zarbon, my eyes open in horror at what he might do at this gesture. And to my surprise, he was gazing at me as well, the women still hard at work on his lap, and yet he was smiling in approval, as if assuring me to do what…….. nature had taken its sweet ol' time in helping me to.

 

“And so I let him kiss me, moving forwards myself to deepen the feeling. To my ultimate shock, he put his tongue right into my mouth, soft and wet. Yet, shocked as I was, and yes Tazial I absolutely WAS, I let him do it still, sketching it down into my mental notebook as quite simply the strangest thing another being had done to me in my life. But wouldn't you know it, I began to like it. It was like a challenge or something. A battle with tongues, a sweet, smooth battle, but a battle no less and I found myself reacting most generously to it, my eyes closed tight as I kissed him.”

 

“So your first kiss was……. A boy.” I said, mentally kicking myself for my rather shallow perception. I wasn't homophobic by any means, but looking at Vegeta as I did then, it was hard to imagine him being with another man. And being a human male, well, I had my slight discomfort with this knowledge.

 

“A eunuch Camden. It's a little different. Besides, I had no idea what sex was! For all I knew at this point, men and women were really no different except in build. How was I to know that they had these differences for a reason!? No one ever exactly `filled me in” alright? Most planets don't even know the concept of girl and boy! They're asexual! Besides, while your species has its issue with homosexuality, as did the Saiyan race admittedly, you'll find around the universe, we're about the only two races that do. Trust me on this one.

 

“And I find it so remarkably ironic that to look back into your earthly history, you'll find countless times in the evolution of humans, when homosexuality was completely acceptable. In your lovely BCE's, when Rome was the capital of the world, a young boy kept for sexual purposes held no shame over his master's head. And yet now, such a thing would be a cause for upheaval, jail time, outrage. Your society's rules are jacked Tazial. They're like clothing trends. In and out with the styles.

 

“And in this era of your time, being “gay” as you so label it, is shunned. This,” he shook his head. “this I cannot understand. Since when is sex such a monstrous thing? You don't scold your dog for wandering around the neighborhood like a scoundrel, humping any ugly mongrel he can get himself on, and yet a woman of your species who enjoys having her legs spread by multiple partners is socially shunned. I've said it before, I'm saying it again. You humans are one fucked up creation!”

 

“I suppose we are when you put it that way!” I chuckled, finding his strange, foreign ideas most appealing. “But please, do go on with your story.”

 

“Then I'll hear no more bullshit about me “kissing a boy”! I'm not gay Tazial. I'm simply open minded. Not shallow like your narrow minded, self assuming breed of Nazis.” He threw his back and laughed at his own joke. I simply grunted, trying to hide my smirk.

 

“As I was saying, he kissed me, and having no other alternative at that time, I kissed him back. It was a strange sort of kiss I'd never received before, but as challenging and exhilarating as battle was. My heart was pounding! But still I found the courage enough to lift my hand to cup his face as he kissed me, feeling the soft, smooth foundation covering the brilliant purple skin. It wasn't long before he was undoing the tight buttons of my pants, and my hands were sliding over his flat chest, up and down simply touching him. Admiring him, you could say.

 

“He was like nothing I'd ever seen before, and yet I could see intelligence in his eyes, a sophisticated, classy air about him, even as he knelt before me. I felt like I was in love, having him kiss me over and over again, an act that was so frightening at first and was now quite the passion for me. Zarbon seemed only to smile the wider, though whether it was from my actions or from the voluptuous Nomachean bouncing naked on his lap, I'm not sure.

 

“I was holding him close to me, pushing my tongue deeper and deeper into his mouth when he pulled away, staring into my eyes with his shiny lime green orbs, that, strange as it is to recollect now, reminded me distinctly of marbles. He closed his lids together, the deep lavender of his lashes brushing one another as his delicate fingertips undid the last remaining button of my pants, releasing a burst of air in between my legs that was much needed, especially when it was accompanied by his skillful little hand.

 

“I was in a wretched state of distress, nervous beyond comprehension, scared of Zarbon's reaction, and yet drowning in this sudden compulsive want. The more he moved his hand over my rock hard…… situation,” he laughed. “The more I felt compelled to move with him, the more I wanted it. It was like a disease I tell you! First its there a little bit, then it spreads and it grows until you find yourself nearly dying for a cure! But I didn't want the cure right then did I? I wanted more of the virus.

 

“And sure enough, as many whores do, he knew exactly what I needed. Kneeling down farther, he took my member, for lack of a more couth word, and using both hands, pushed it into his mouth.”

 

I'm certain I must have looked absolutely horrified at this rather……. blunt story, but it wasn't until Vegeta glanced up at me that he burst into laughter so loud, I'm certain we had an audience outside.

 

“I suppose there's no need for me to elaborate is there Tazial? Why you look positively blue as it is!”

 

I didn't need him to explain the pun.

 

“Ahhhhh… but again, you humans and your strange ways. I swear its like learning another language when it comes to you people. You can't simply come out with it can you? No no….. it has to be edited, modest, comely to the hearer right? Bah! What a crock! But for your sake Tazial, I'll bow down to this request.

 

“Its not really like I need to go into detail anyways. You've had an oral job before I presume. There's really no describing it. Women could never understand the excitement derived, which is probably why so many deny it, besides the fact that some find it nearly as repulsive as I do!”

 

“You mean you never…….well…… returned the em…… favor?” I stuttered, watching his eyes as they smiled at me.

 

“Well….” He smirked in his handsome way, placing his hand on my thigh from underneath the table. “Not yet anyways.”

 

My eyes became the size of two eggs in my head, my jaw dropping. And as if he hadn't had his fill of laughing at my misfortune before, Vegeta threw his head back against his chair and had his fill of it right then and there. I was beat red and dabbing my forehead with a napkin I'd discovered in the pocket of my coat.

 

“Tazial!” he cackled, covering his mouth and laughing all the merrier at my condition. “When will you get it through your thick scull? How many ways must I say it? I'm not gay! Now get a grip on yourself or I shall do it for you!”

 

“As I was saying! I enjoyed my first sexual act right then and there, connecting eyes with Zarbon as we both delved into this “sin”.”

 

“You refer to it as sin?” I asked, trying to avoid letting him get the better of me.

 

“Wouldn't you? Isn't sex a sin for humans?” he asked, cocking his head to the side as if actually curious.

 

“Well………well no.” I stammered. “No. Not unless you're unmarried. Then its considered fornication, according to the bible.”

 

“According to a book?” he said, resting his chin on his knuckles. “So you humans have based your entire life's course upon a book written by men? You've fought and died in wars in the name of God, you've denied yourself and you've hated yourself for “sins” written in a book?”

 

“But…….. But its…. THE BIBLE!” I insisted, horrified at his belligerence towards something so sanctified.

 

“Tell me this Tazial. If fornication is such a sin, then why does it seem that most humans engage in it at one point in their lives?”

 

“Because….” I droned out, unsure of an answer. “Because its hard to always follow the rules. Because we're imperfect and we make mistakes.”

 

“So why not accept yourselves as so and disregard all of the rules? Your God's love cannot be so complete as to forgive each of you for this common sin. Would I be sent to Hell for this sin even if I had no idea it was considered such a thing? Or would incompetence sport lovely wings upon my back, slap a halo on my head and boot my ass into Heaven? Why follow some rules and break others? Why not simply live your lives with your own boundaries and look back upon it in joy that you never conformed to what history has shown as a repeated folly?

 

“You crack fun at other people's religions. You scoff at monsters that would take their own life and bring thousands with them in the name of their God and yet you yourself make the same mistake by throwing away what precious years you have to a belief that no living man can give proof of. I believe in God, Tazial. You know I do. I have seen things that give me proof in my heart and have known facts that no creature on this earth can fathom. But to deny, to scorn, to hate and to feel guilt over a weakness for a blessed pleasure?” He snorted.

 

“It must just be a human thing.”