A scene from Warrior's Blood, book two of The Warrior Chronicles. Throughout history, speech patterns have changed. For the people of future Earth, I did away with contractions in speech. Reviewers have criticized it, it's left readers scratching their heads, and it's difficult for both writing and editing. But as Dar quotes Cort to Cort, Fuck them. Fuck them all.
“Cort, let me start.” Dar said a few minutes later. “I do not blame you. I was scared this would happen, but I do not blame you.”
They were sitting in Dar’s office, just inside tunnel three at the edge of the great man made cavern. Cort remembered the months he lived here with Sköll. As he took a drink of the whiskey Dar had poured them both, Cort said “I blame me, Dar. I’ve been through it enough that I should have known. I should never have kissed her. It gave her hope.”
“You are right, you should have known. But you did not. That does not mean you are a bad person. It just means you are human. When it comes to war, you are truly Ares himself, I believe. But when it comes to women, well, you have a penis. That makes you a moron.” Dar sipped his own whiskey before he continued. “We all are. It is part of being a man. But it is good, too. If women and men could figure each other out, life would be very boring. Hell, to be honest I question whether man would have invented the wheel if he was not trying to impress a woman. Some neanderthal wanted to copulate, so he showed off to a hairy ape woman by inventing a round, flat rock.”
“I killed your granddaughter, Dar. Why are you making jokes?”
“I am not making jokes. I am coping. There is a difference. And she was your granddaughter too, though by a dozen more generations. You did not kill her, Cort. Loving you killed her.” Dar took another drink. “You want serious? Fine. I am glad we are in the middle of a wasteland. I am glad that Beards and his minions and every damned human on this continent died. I do not blame you Cort, I blame Atlantica. I have not shed a single tear since you told me what happened up on the surface. They deserved it. You were a commodity to them, as was Sköll. All they had to do was leave us alone and Clare and Kay would still be alive.
Atlantica deserved to be wiped from the face of Earth because you have had to kill again. I know you are Ares himself. But had they not forced your hand, you would have connected a few modules in the middle some Martian plain and lived out your life in peace. The way you wanted to after you left here. So to quote my tenth great grandfather, fuck them. Fuck them and everything they stood for. I’m going to relish every minute of rebuilding this continent on their shattered bones.”
“Thank you for that, Dar.” Cort didn’t look up from his drink. He couldn’t.