Hirokin Page #5

greater than himself.

I fight for them.

They're dead.

They're free now.

- But I'm not.

- No, you're not.

Not until the Griffin's

dead, I'm not.

The Griffin

will tear you

from limb to limb.

Then show me.

You think this is a game?

Come here.

Put your hand up.

Let's play.

Push me over.

Do your best.

Yes.

Whoa!

Huh? Fun?

Fun, isn't it?

This little game.

Ahhh.

Ahhh.

What was that?

I won't sanction

another massacre!

You're not ready!

Stop, wait!

- Show me.

- Show you what?

How to lead my sheep

like a wolf?

Until you learn

the secrets of the wei,

you'll simply be another

slaughter for Griffin's horde.

You're not ready.

She was your wife.

Yes?

You wonder why

you couldn't save her.

Acceptance

is the wei.

I can tell you a lot of

suffering comes from the wei.

Every time I turn around,

a child is left fatherless

because of your precious wei.

I mean, don't you think

you're just twisting it

to mean what you need it

to mean when you mean it?

Yes! Yes!

That's the spirit!

The power of the imagination,

my friend,

is a very powerful thing.

Indulge me.

Imagine a leaf...

imagine a Jasmine leaf.

Indulge me.

Try harder.

It is imperative

that you visualize

what it is

I'm about to tell you.

We arids have

an innate connection

to the world around us...

the soil, the land.

These are the fundamentals.

This is the wei.

It is not mere coincidence

that only arids

believe in the wei.

Our genetic makeup is physically

different than that of a human.

It is truly connected

to our surrounding.

A millennia ago

there was an elite communion

of arids so connected

to their realities,

they were able to unfold time.

They were able to see

the outcomes of decisions

before they committed them.

This special ability

terrified the humans.

A campaign was started

to wipe the planet clean

of the arid race

and all knowledge

of our gift erased.

And after a thousand years

of slavery and genocide,

our arid race

has forgotten who we are.

Unfolding time

has become a myth.

The scorched planet renders

most of our women infertile.

We are the light.

The light isn't outside.

It's inside here

and it flows out

into the world.

And so, who are you?

Human.

Ahhh. Has it not

seemed odd to you

that I am able

to see your thoughts?

Hmm? I've been able to

sense your connection

since the day we scraped you

out of the desert.

You were born of this world

not completely human,

not completely arid.

Your connection to the wei

is the strongest

I've ever encountered.

When you fall inside my eyes,

do you go with the flow

or do you struggle against me?

Amazing how such a small thing

can determine so much.

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