( He feels himself a tutor once more, confronted with the confused vagaries of his pupils. Disciples of the sect gaze at him so, askance and adrift, anguished.
What can he speak of this, of their intended victim? The manic, glistened gold of her eyes betrays her nature, whatever the age and wisdom of its horrors. He cannot contain her — can cleanse, perhaps, or eradicate her.
But she is old in her deterioration. Past the measure of honest and complete recovery. )
Often, they neglect how malice distorts them. ( And soft, snow-sweet. ) Not all can be salvaged.
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What can he speak of this, of their intended victim? The manic, glistened gold of her eyes betrays her nature, whatever the age and wisdom of its horrors. He cannot contain her — can cleanse, perhaps, or eradicate her.
But she is old in her deterioration. Past the measure of honest and complete recovery. )
Often, they neglect how malice distorts them. ( And soft, snow-sweet. ) Not all can be salvaged.