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Noes: Vejita's point of view.
Tortured.
The wind shrieked and howled in his ears.
It was a mournful cry which transformed moment to moment.
A wife and mother screamed for her husband.
A son demanded why.
A warrior called for his comrade.
A friend repeated a name.
There was no escape from the voice of the wind.
Never ending rain poured down.
The rain of grief.
The rain of tears.
It soaked him to the bone, and beyond, into his heart it surged.
No shelter, no haven existed to protect against this shower.
It could not be stopped or delayed.
There was no escape from the touch of the rain.
In darkness this happened.
A darkness that could not be denied.
A darkness that held eyes within it.
Eyes that searched, and ripped and left nothing.
It was a darkness that showed everything.
What was hidden in light was clear in darkness.
There was no escape from the eyes of the darkness.
There was no escape from hell.
There was no escape from himself.
Noes: Vejita's point of view.
Tortured.
The wind shrieked and howled in his ears.
It was a mournful cry which transformed moment to moment.
A wife and mother screamed for her husband.
A son demanded why.
A warrior called for his comrade.
A friend repeated a name.
There was no escape from the voice of the wind.
Never ending rain poured down.
The rain of grief.
The rain of tears.
It soaked him to the bone, and beyond, into his heart it surged.
No shelter, no haven existed to protect against this shower.
It could not be stopped or delayed.
There was no escape from the touch of the rain.
In darkness this happened.
A darkness that could not be denied.
A darkness that held eyes within it.
Eyes that searched, and ripped and left nothing.
It was a darkness that showed everything.
What was hidden in light was clear in darkness.
There was no escape from the eyes of the darkness.
There was no escape from hell.
There was no escape from himself.