#third-eye fugetsu

“Oh, Seer... I know enough of your faith to know why you insist on the affection you give. What is the value of such attention, when focused only upon those on whom it is wasted? You have come from lands far kinder into the heart of a conflict brought about by greed and capriciousness. Does this bring you joy? I know it does for me. But you, I hold to a higher standard. I do hope you take my advice. Eventually.”

“Ah, bright-eyed child... Wisdom beyond your years, a gift of the Steppe, to produce those so familiar with what comes after. Do yourself a favor and do not grow arrogant with age, or I shall be so terribly, terribly disappointed in you. Now look what you’ve gone and done. You’ve made this old creature act all soft.” 

“The ‘flower of nobility’, as it were. The seat of true grace, in the high spires of the grey stone keeps... It is something that is new to me, yet so familiar. Cut from a finer cloth, yet toiling in the mud with the rest of the sinners? Could it be idle amusement, or perhaps something more? I don’t have the time to truly understand it, so I suppose I’ll stand by my initial assumptions. That is the luxury we have, yes?”

“You monks are all carved from the same stone. When the steel-men came upon my homeland, many believed that the Kami had abandoned them. Did you feel the same when they conquered the highlands? Did you believe that the Destroyer had sent disaster upon you, displeased? Is that why you carry the scars of penitence? I know a flagellant when I see one. Pain can be as much a vice as anything else.”