Role

Chapter 2

The words of the Knight of Dark Jewels have played over and over in his mind.

Faistir, She sees you and all that you do. Now you shall go, and contemplate
the use and application of terror.

The use and application. He considered this for a time in and of itself but
could not come to a true conclusion. So he instead considered himself, his
own flaws, ideas. The Knight seemed to mock his statement about logic, so he
started there. What is logic? The doctor told him that all things work
under some logic, even if they appear insane at first, and that there is no
exception to this rule. But there is a logic to the world, an objective set
of rules that we must abide by, because all men do. He looked into the eye
within the vial, and it looked back.

He said aloud: I am not all men. I should not be bound by what the muck of
the world must abide by, they should abide by MY rules, by MY will, by Lady
Eshval's Will. She dictates the rules, the law, if gravity does not please
her for a day, then all should fly. Logic is meaningless then, when you have
the strength and will to make the rules. The subjectivity of the world will
be made to be my subject.

His heart swelled with confidence, for it all seemed to be becoming so much
clearer. The strong of the world do not fear death, it holds little terror
for them, so how will I bring them terror? I will subject them to my will, to
change all the rules, show them the glass they tread upon is so very thin,
and they will at any moment plunge into a beautiful darkness, and then they
will know terror. As I once toyed with their bodies, I shall learn to toy
with their worlds.