Notes: My first attempt at a FE 9/FE 10 fanfic, so constructive criticism is appreciated. Elincia-centric drabble.
Quality of Mercy
Sometimes an act of mercy can render one crueler than the most heartless assassin; for it's a well known fact that good intentions pave the road that leads to hell.
Had Elincia known the consequences of turning her blade aside, she might have found within herself the will to drive it home.
The Disciple of Order left crumpled on the field didn't thank her for his life. He existed for one reason alone – to serve the will of Ashera – and in that one thing he failed. All that was left for him was to limp to Her side and fall at Her feet, apologizing for his shortcomings.
Ashera did not deign to tolerate the flawed. They, like the weak and the unworthy, had no place within her Order; and as he was at last incinerated in the Holy Flame, the luckless Disciple could only reflect how the searing burn of humiliation hurt his heart far more than the cold, clean blade of a knife.
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