Tortok took the blade, and examined it curiously. The edge was serrated, curved. Any wound inflicted by the blade would cause severe damage internally. He looked down at the hunter, he was no more than a child. He could see the fear in his eyes. “Who are you? Why do you do this to us?”
“Do me the honor, and finish me.”
“Fascinating” Tortok said, tilting his head. “Is this part of your honor code? To live and die by the hunt?”
“Let me go!” Elton screamed.
“Why?” the Vulcan asked, “If you die, you do us no good. If you live, you are in no condition to hunt. I have your weapon.” He showed him the knife. “I have your weapon, I have your life, if I understand your code correctly.” He pulled the young hunter onto the ledge.
“Why? Please kill me; I have no honor, no reason to live.” Elton said, crying.
Tortok considered the hunter. “You can help us. Get us out of this. And tell me about out memories. Why they are being blocked.”
Elton looked at the emotionless stare of the Vulcan in front of him. “And why would I do this?”
“Who says you have a choice?” Tortok showed him the blade, “I have your life now, and I assume that your own people will kill you anyway for failing. Help us, get us out, find our friends in this cave. I feel we may be able to help you.”
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