Log
from April 15th:
I
was in no condition to type anything, yesterday.
The
tribute was larger than I ever would have expected. I wouldn’t have expected so
many of us, in such a small area, but I think there were travellers. People had
come from outside the area, just to participate. I’m not even sure everyone
started off marked.
What
was weird, though, was the amount of respect the other marked gave me. It was
like being a celebrity. My offer to sacrifice myself was rejected, and instead
I was bathed in red. Blood from a priest, no less. I found it hilariously
hypocritical, but completely expected. Religion seems to be founded on sexual
shame.
Without
it, we Scarlet-marked wouldn’t even exist.
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