(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

lade, disciplined will tempered by the fires of knowledge, Vhailor's was
pure, brute force: unthinking, unbending, a massive boulder crushing
everything in its path. The flare blinded me and when I opened my eyes
everything seemed to carry an EDGE to it, as if reality had gained an extra
angle. I could feel the smallest flaws in the threads of existence, see the
weight of imperfection in every shadow.
It was as if I could somehow CLEAVE every object I saw just by looking at it.
There was no remorse, kindness, love, or even hate... just monolithic
purpose.
"Vhailor... is this...?"
“SEE all things. SEE their strength. SEE their WEAKNESS. JUDGE all things. If
MERCY has eaten their hearts, they will FALL beneath JUSTICE. Your WILL
gives you the RIGHT. Your DISCIPLINE gives you the RIGHT.”
I felt sick.
I shook off the residue of what he shared with me. No, I couldn't harden
myself as he did.
"Power doesn't grant us any right to judge, Vhailor," deep breaths now... "It
is the knowing of who we and others are that does. You're mistaking
strength for law."
“JUSTICE sees through my eyes. The EYES of a MERCYKILLER can see the
CRACKS of WEAKNESS, the FRAILTIES, the wounds of MERCY upon the
HEART. In SEEING, I KNOW the guilty. he rumbled coldly, I KNOW their
FEAR.”
"You claim to be the avatar of justice, Vhailor, but what do you know of it?"
“All I see is JUDGED. I may look at the heart and mind of another and KNOW
them. The eye of JUSTICE sees through ME.” He pointed his axe to Morte -
“The skull knows MUCH. Yet it knows NOTHING of justice. Many with hearts
like the skull's now lie within PRISONS and GRAVES.”
Morte yelped, then floated to hide behind me.
He looked to Nordom. “The MODRON is of no consequence. It can DEFINE
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