"Look."

...A voice...

"Look...at Them."

...A real voice...? Is it him? Is it...?
Desperately I do as I am told with some frantic hope attached that with obedience he will show some mercy somehow, in someway.

He shows me to the dark corner of Within Hubris.

...

Oh God, no, please...

"Surprised?"

"I...I don't understand..."

"Ha."

They are leaving.
It has been too long, too much has been allowed to shred, time slips through their fingers like pathetic sand through a sieve.
The community tears itself apart, they fight and accuse one another, they make their valid, angered decisions, they leave.

I can read through the well of tears no longer.
Please, please don't leave me...Please...don't give up...don't leave me...

"They lose hope, fortification, and finally, strength.

When will you?"

...and then...he leaves me too...


why...why are you doing this to me...why... why...


"there is beauty in your suffering."