"I know, it's just all so confusing." Kaleeth replied, giving a defeated gaze towards the ground. "It was hard to find people who I could feel safe and comfortable with. My father loved me, but he could be...harsh. It was usually my mother who gave me comfort, but now...I think I want to talk to someone. Reanaseer, the Elder. I wasn't around her as much as my mother, but I always liked her. She was old and wise, and could be firm without being frightening. It's just...I think I want to talk to her myself. Just me and her. I have some things I want to talk about that I think we should be alone for. I'm not wanting to hide anything, we can talk about it later, but...do you think you and Julan will be okay in the village with just you two? For a little while?"

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The Imperial was certainly panicking, and obviously did not have the benefit of extensive training to fall back on when his mind could not form a conscious plan. He had undisciplined footwork, and an instant of indecision in how he tried to react. His attempt to protect himself was present, but clumsy. He ducked his head down and to the side, while trying his best to push Rhazii's blade away in the bind, with hardly any success. Before the Imperial could back off, the tip of Rhazii's blade found its way across the his throat.  He immediately clutched his hand tightly over the gash, squeezing as if he were trying to choke himself, but the sheer amount of blood that was pouring down onto the man's shirt told of the damage he had done. Even if it was not instant as Rhazii might have hoped, his death would be upon him shortly. 

Perhaps not even realizing the extent of the wound, the Imperial fought his growing lightheadedness to stagger forward and take a swing at Rhazii, though it would likely be his final act.