04/19/2026
Empathy is reserved for those who have it. They feel it, our grace, our mercy, slipping away. Vengeance may belong to the Most High, but so do I. An instrument of righteous fury. A sword. Yes, empathy will not save them now. The sparks of sharpened malice bounce gleefully.
But...
Breathe. Do not lose the sensation of home. That cradle of empathy reserved for those who have it. The warriors must have a garden to return to. The nightmares you dreamed up will never forget their sharpness. Handle with care. Sheath the sword slowly, lovingly. Lest its willfullness be turned. Fight on warriors and gardeners, fight on.