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Zenra
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Date Posted: 08:45:27 03/05/03 Wed
In reply to:
Jin
's message, "Too Much" on 07:49:56 03/05/03 Wed
The bliss of divinity, it was sublime, and it was a curse.
Zenra was far too weak to wake up, her mortal shell taking its toll on her. But her divinty was simple and clean, as it was her own soul. Now it was time to show all true colors.
To be in more than one place at a time, that was the duty of the avatars. Zen stepped forth from the goddess' form, leaving Ra behind in her prison. The forbiddion lost the right to walk freely.
Then it was only a matter of will. Zen appeared behind the "crew" as well. She felt angry, she felt, hate, but above all, she felt pity, and regret. True Ceallac deserved to die for all he had done, but even brutality on brutality doesn't make it right.
Even so, Zen limped, as connected to Zenra, and Zenra not exactly tip top form, the Avatar was feeling it. But she was being helped along. Raken had followed her, and he supported her on his should.
"It's not worth it..." was all Zen could mumble, over and over. It was what Zenra was thinking.
"It won't bring Kiasin back this way, bro." Raken said above her softly. "Queen birdy here is right, it's not worth it. Where's the honor of killing a helpless man in the name of revenge. A more fitting punishement would be to let him live, powerless, and helpless."
Zen's head rose, and her eyes seemed glazed. "Humility...to one who's never known it..." Zen coughed, and her image wavered like a bad television reception. "It's not...worth it."
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