A lotus in one hand, The Thousand-Handed Merciful Medicus mischievously asks, "Tell me, devil archer, if I were to disappear into this flower would you still find me?" The Reignbow Arbiter, unreadable, replies "even if you become a grain of salt in the ocean. I will find you." Merciful Medicus chuckles. "You always speak in riddles. Tell me, do you really see me? Beyond the gold ginko leaves? The crown? The Undying?" “I see you ... in the silence between my breathes, in the blink that hides my tears, in the shimmer of a wave before it breaks, in the hush the conch leaves behind.” Merciful Medicus is left speechless. They pick up their lotus. “Here for you, Beloved Bane Of mine.”











