[He stops short in response to Kagari. He had felt the sharper edges of this young man on the night they first crossed paths, but he realizes now that those had been only the teeth gently grazing. What he beholds here is closer to the belly of the beast.]
There is none born wrong. We are born with original sin, it is true, but God made man good.
[His voice is quiet but hardy, like a seed that must try to germinate in the meanest of environs. His gaze leaves its firm perch on Kagari to seek the child behind the nearest lattice of bars, and he finds himself mired in that miserable image. The child bears the look of one has tired of everything, one who wishes neither to see more nor hear nor feel, for all senses have been eroded by misfortune.]
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There is none born wrong. We are born with original sin, it is true, but God made man good.
[His voice is quiet but hardy, like a seed that must try to germinate in the meanest of environs. His gaze leaves its firm perch on Kagari to seek the child behind the nearest lattice of bars, and he finds himself mired in that miserable image. The child bears the look of one has tired of everything, one who wishes neither to see more nor hear nor feel, for all senses have been eroded by misfortune.]