by Jay-Jay » Sat Feb 19, 2011 10:12 am
"He will see us," Riley said firmly.
Wehutti's door was locked and bolted. Riley knocked loudly. There was no answer.
"We know he doesn't want visitors," Riley said. He withdrew his lightsaber from his belt. "But I don't think we need an invitation."
Riley activated the lightsaber and used it to cut through the lock. He pushed open the door easily.
The hallway was empty, as were both rooms in the front of the house. Cautiously, they moved up the stairs. They checked one room after another until they found Wehutti in a small back bedroom.
Food trays littered the floor. Thick blankets hung over the windows, cutting out all light. Wehutti sat in a chair pulled up to a window, even though he could not see out of it. He did not turn as they walked into the room.
Riley walked into Wehutti's field of vision and crouched down in front of him.
"Wehutti, we need to speak with you," he said.
Slowly, Wehutti turned to Riley. "There was so much confusion. I was prepared to shoot, of course. But I don't think I did."
Riley glanced at Aurora. Wehutti was reliving the day of Chase's death.
"There were more of the Young than we'd thought," Wehutti continued. "We didn't think we'd actually have to use our weapons. We didn't think they'd be armed. And I didn't think that my daughter, my Cerasi, would be there. She didn't carry a weapon, did you know that?"
"Yes," Riley said.
"I had seen him a short time before. he'd come to see me. You didn't know that."
"No, I didn't," Riley said gently.
"We talked. She wanted me to stop fighting the Young. I argued. It wasn't a good visit. But then ... he suggested that we not talk about things as they are, but things as they were. His childhood. We had a few good years, before the war began again. And I remembered it all suddenly. I hadn't thought about it in so long."
Tears began to fall down Wehutti's cheeks.
"I remembered his mother. I remembered my son. Chase was our youngest. he was afraid of the dark. I used to stay in the room until he fell asleep. I sat by his sleep-couch and kept one hand on it so he would know I was there. he would touch my hand from time to time as he fell asleep. I'd watch her," Wehutti whispered. "he was so beautiful."
Suddenly, he bent over in the chair, his forehead hitting his knees.
Great sobs came from his body. "There was so much confusion," he said in a choked voice. "I didn't see him at first. I was looking at Nield. My wife is buried in that Hall. Her ashes lie there. I couldn't let them do it."
"Wehutti, it's all right," Riley said. "You did what you had to. So did Chase."
Wehutti raised his head. "So you say. So you all say," he repeated tonelessly.
"And now your supporters are mobilizing to fight another war," Riley said. "Only you can stop them. Can you do that, for Chase's sake?"
Wehutti turned to Riley. There was no expression in his eyes, and his face seemed bleached of all color. It glistened with the marks of his tears. "And how will that help Chase? I don't care about war or battles. I can't stop anything from happening, that's clear. I have no hatred anymore. I have nothing."