Just one day without Prozium and the cracks are already beginning to show.
But that is all it takes.
Emotion trickles through, but it is not long, before it becomes a flood spreading throughout his body. It is crippling, pinning him to the ground like a helpless animal, not the stoic Cleric he claims to be.
He has spent years fighting and destroying those who would break Father’s law, only to succumb to the very disease that is human nature.
And for what? He does not even know. Why fight a cause without meaning? It is an absurd thought. But still he persists with his pathless motivation, and continues to feel.