Just another Boondocks one-shot, but in a different style. Warning: it's short with a slightly fluffy ending.
They called him cruel, disturbed as the truth flowed from his lips and a knowing glare beyond his years burned past their barriers, coldly spectating the worthlessness of their existence. He cared not for their feelings, they claimed, shuddering in recollection of his causal destruction of their illusions, nonchalantly tearing asunder their principles. The raw wound he ripped into their soul he filled with infectious questioning of their integrity, causing it to fester and rot. His blunt honesty and bleak morality bleached away the stain of their sins, giving them a chance to start anew.
In return they hated him, feared the godly power the child carried, and the wisdom, equivalent to a messiah's.
What other choice did they have? It wasn't as though they asked for the truth! Never did they question their purpose in life, begging for a reprieve from ignorance. They didn't want-didn't need the truth! His wine eyes bore into theirs and they saw winter! Cold and desolate the wind tore all hope away until their was nothing but tundra, the rich soil too cold to fertilize seeds of felicitousness.
Despite them condemning him to solitude, one soul wanted the truth. She listened to his cold truth and smiled through tears that fell for lost ignorance.
His purpose wasn't to eradicate, she knew, but to ameliorate. The one thing he desired was to be heard, for the truth to become panoptic and better society.
He wished to demolish the ignorant and hate filled mindsets that people clung to, and teach them that life can be beautiful through peace.
He used his powerful mind and body to coerce those concepts, and she wished to fight alongside of him.
And she knew, as he stood tall against the wrong doings of others and tried to protect the oppressed, that she would always fight alongside him.