A violation. ( Slap of a cheek might be a kindness compared to the swift, decisive pronouncement of this: foremost among the practices of Gusu Lan, Inquiry. But what is it, if not transgression, the forcible extrication of truth from mouths that would sooner stay stitched?
He knows, each note meandering into the next in playful fluidity, like gossamer catching spears of light — there is cruelty in the beauty of his song. That to deprive spirits the pleasure of their silence is so often to unmake them.
He does not waver, fingers calm, air potent with anticipation. If he releases them now, he knows, they will rip his throat with flinching arcs of spattered blood. They would take no singular, no accidental, no carefree pity on him.
A simple thing, to play, to question. )
They are not... gladdened by their living companions. ( The necromancers please them not. Ah, to think. )
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A violation. ( Slap of a cheek might be a kindness compared to the swift, decisive pronouncement of this: foremost among the practices of Gusu Lan, Inquiry. But what is it, if not transgression, the forcible extrication of truth from mouths that would sooner stay stitched?
He knows, each note meandering into the next in playful fluidity, like gossamer catching spears of light — there is cruelty in the beauty of his song. That to deprive spirits the pleasure of their silence is so often to unmake them.
He does not waver, fingers calm, air potent with anticipation. If he releases them now, he knows, they will rip his throat with flinching arcs of spattered blood. They would take no singular, no accidental, no carefree pity on him.
A simple thing, to play, to question. )
They are not... gladdened by their living companions. ( The necromancers please them not. Ah, to think. )