Chapter 217 - The City of Frostheim
Miles (cont.)
Hearing the gruesome end of the story, Miles didn't feel as disgusted as he'd thought he'd be. He imagined that after hearing of the enforcement of the death penalty, he would've been more aggrieved, should've been more aggrieved, but he wasn't.
What he'd gone through, what everyone had gone through, had changed who they were, and that change was most obvious in what he was feeling now.
After hearing the story, and the actions of the man leading up to his death, he didn't feel anything except justification. Like it was only right that he was killed.
Miles wasn't sure if it was a good thing or not that he felt this way.
Still, with Nathan finishing up the story, he digested what he'd heard. When first reading over the Laws, worry spiked but they didn't seem that bad in comparison.
His fear of the Leader being a dictator or tyrant was still there, but it had subsided after learning more. He'd seen enough people with power abuse it that worrying about that would never fully go away, but at least this man had a Code.
He'd have to learn the extent of it before judging it good or bad, but his initial impression wasn't horrible.
"How far away from the City are we?" Miles asked.
It had been a day or two after the story and his travel fatigue was reaching new heights. He couldn't wait until he could get off the cart for the last time.
His ass would be sore for weeks!
"Not that much further. A few days depending on the weather. If it snows, a week or two." Nathan said off-handedly.