Guanyin (hears_every_cry) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2020-09-26 22:20:00 |
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Guanyin had come alone this time. Ying would berate her for it later, but telling him what she had planned would only cause him more grief. And she wasn't going to be dissuaded. Francis was a friend, and, more than that, he was a good man, whose works and actions only multiplied the good around him. Guanyin had endured far more for people who gave less to the world. And his was a pain she knew rather intimately. The blades carving out her eyes, and sawing through the bones of her arms. She had been told that such suffering was holy. Often. She would wager Francis had heard the same. But Guanyin had heard the desperate pleas of too many voices to give that thought any credence. Suffering was just suffering. And this was something she had the power to ease. She knocked decisively on the door. |