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original form: black heron
prosperity and good fortune? well, we'll see about that
Spinning to face another direction showed him something even worse: his own misty figure, radiating an aura of pleasantness and kindness. Gesturing helpfully, guiding animals to their dooms.
He had always done this: at first out of anger, later as force of habit and as a fun joke. So why did he feel so terrible now, why was the light suddenly so cold and accusing, why?
He wanted to justify himself to the animals that gazed at him, but in the face of the damage he had done he somehow could not find a single reason to tell them.
I'm sorry. That was what he truly had to say. If he could not justify his crime, then he had to acknowledge it.
