The white haired goddess felt her heart constrict at the way Zhen’s voice twisted in pain. The weight of previous mistakes weighed heavily on him, similarly to how she herself was weighed down by the same pressure. The same never ending guilt. The hard truth that neither wanted to face, was that of hurting someone they cared about deeply. Someone that never deserved to get burned by them. They both shared that in common.
The idea that gods and goddesses were infallible was one that Resh knew well to be a lie. The mere idea created a tension and pressure that only few could willingly achieve. The expectations placed upon them were high, leaving little room for error. Despite that all, it was so hard to not make mistakes. To not learn.
“I won’t tell a soul, despite my beliefs.” She said. She was a tragic liar, often avoiding it as much as she could. Most times the words forced themselves out of her mouth, almost like she was incapable of it. Such was the way a protector of “Truth” acted.
But this one time, she would make the exception.
Sighing she knelt down to him again. No apologies would make it better. She thought carefully about her words, before she spoke.
“Have you ever seen the hillside of a forest after a tragic fire? The black remains and ash covering it that make it look like Giratina walked amongst it? It’s awful, tragic. It is an inevitable truth that fire causes destruction in its wake.” She began, speaking in a calm manner, staring outside the tower’s gaping hole at the forests below. “However just calling it that would also be a lie.”
“If you look in a few years time, that forest will have grown back stronger and prouder before, fertilized by the fire’s ash and standing strong against the elements. Without those flames, we would not have such lush life in this world.”
Looking back at the man, she offered a look of empathy. She was never meant to heal. It was not something she knew, or wanted to learn. But for a friend, she would do all it took to be the best mentor yet.
“You are not a joke. Not a cruel mind. You are emotional, determined, and you want to learn. I can see that. You can learn to control your flames, and in time…I think…you’ll learn to heal. Somehow, in someway.” She said, hoping her words offered some form of comfort or warmth.
