And the everlasting wail of the Sword of Good burst fully into his consciousness
It was like his mind and self were sucked toward that infinitely thin line running through the center of the Sword, the edge within the blade. Sucked toward that edge, and cut through.
Cut through and torn wide and forced open -
A scream ripped from Hirou's lips.
He was starving to death freezing naked in cold night being stabbed beaten raped watching his father daughter lover die hurt hurt hurt die -
- open to all the darkness that exists in the world -
His consciousness shattered into a dozen million fragments, each fragment privy to some private horror; the young girl screaming as her father, face demonic, tore her blouse away; the horror of the innocent condemned as the judge laid down the sentence; the mother holding her son's hand tightly with tears rolling down her eyes as his last breath slowly wheezed from his throat -
- all the darkness that you look away from, the endless scream.
Make it stop!
It might have been Hirou's thought, or the thought of the man who screamed as his foot was crushed beneath a stone.
Refuse, reject, change, reality don't be like this -
Make it stop!
It could have been Hirou or the child in the burning house.
make it stop
make it stop
make it stop
MAKE IT STOP
MAKE IT STOP
I WILL MAKE IT STOP