[Isaac's barked order has Hector turning away from Isaac in instinctual compliance. Isaac isn't hurt. Those men -he can't even call them hunters anymore- had had no hope of defeating him without the element of surprise and a godly amount of luck. They'd been doomed from the start.
He sees the weapon, and leaves it where it fell. He's broken every resolution he's made in his life, and he may be destined to break this too, but he can't pick up a weapon he knows he'll have to turn against his fellow men again. Demons and creatures, he will fight without question, but this murder, this slaughter...he can't repeat.
The world isn't kind enough to suffer a pacifist to live, and he knows that he'll be forced to kill again one day to defend himself. But right now, today, he can't force himself to take his bloodied mace back up.]
...I don't sense anyone else around. If we go now, we won't have need of it.
[He starts walking out of the corpse-filled copse without waiting for Isaac's answer or his scorn.]
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He sees the weapon, and leaves it where it fell. He's broken every resolution he's made in his life, and he may be destined to break this too, but he can't pick up a weapon he knows he'll have to turn against his fellow men again. Demons and creatures, he will fight without question, but this murder, this slaughter...he can't repeat.
The world isn't kind enough to suffer a pacifist to live, and he knows that he'll be forced to kill again one day to defend himself. But right now, today, he can't force himself to take his bloodied mace back up.]
...I don't sense anyone else around. If we go now, we won't have need of it.
[He starts walking out of the corpse-filled copse without waiting for Isaac's answer or his scorn.]