Falls

“Respect is earned, not given. She hasn't earned my respect nor will she.” Looking at Khar’pern with his eyes holding fire, Nahawi stood his ground. Marceline might be Peak, but that didn't mean more than a title. Nahawi did not just have respect handed to him as the lagoon boss. No one, not even these hoity toity peak mates, should expect respect. They should know better, but Khar’pern’s words were proof they believed in themselves far more than their ego’s even show.

Shaking his head, the stallion just snorts. ”Think about it. I'm ex-lagoon.” Raising a brow, Nahawi turned to look at Khar’pern again. “I'll also go back and have their filthy hands on me again if it means feeding information. A fathers will isn't one to scoff at.” Nahawi was dead serious then, the stiffness of his body showing his honesty. The future was uncertain, but he could go back to the lagoon and die, but at least his last breath wouldn't be entirely useless. He, for lack of being anything decent, was a father. Not many out there had one that cared, but he'd be damned if he was thrown into that category.

Now the question was and he could taste it like bile, what would his next steps be? Nahawi was lost. His world was crumbling and he finally was standing at the ledge with nothing left to use. “And I have a feeling there's others out there that could help your cause. Only question is Khar’pern. Are you in on this deal or do I need to find someone else? The Peak was good when you were Prime Minister… don't make me regret having a shred of respect for you.”