Mercy's Links
Hearth? He's a narcissistic pencil-pusher, meddling in everyone else's business and acting like he's got the authority to do it just because he's old. He's not even the eldest! If the Well wanted him to lead, wouldn't it have made that more obvious? Ugh, I can hear him now - "You just can't see my grace and poise, Mercy! Blame yourself, not the Well!" Get a fucking life!
Our local menace destroys my planet, shreds my government and authority, and escapes without a trace. Of course, no one bothers tracking him down, and he escapes free of responsibility. Such is the hand I have been dealt in life - playing the graceful authority, the polite loser, restrained by others' fear of my power and forced to watch the true evil frolic about.
I didn't meet him, not really. So I don't know much about him. But, I mean, he's Hearth's... property. So he probably doesn't like me, just like the rest of the Arcanas. Fine! Well I never liked him anyways! He broke the Well, anyways. I didn't have anything to do with that! And I've never done anything even CLOSE to the horrific magnitude of that! Where's his punishment, huh?
Mercy is a basket case. I wish he wasn't right about some things, wish someone else would say it. It's his purpose, his calling, but he uses it as an excuse to punch a hole through Viira. Yes, Hearth deserved to go down a notch. Millions upon billions didn't deserve to die for it. I'd forgive him if he'd see it. After all, sometimes I understand those shackles of what the Well made of you.
He's a jerk who thinks he's above us. Thinks he has any right to judge me, or my actions, and try to punish me for them? Who even says he's right? I mean really, is it wrong for me to act as the Well wanted me to do? Huh? He ever think of that?
Mercy has gone on, held unaccountable for too long. Look at the lengths to which he now goes. Calling of the Well or not, he is still responsible for the decisions he makes. He's destroyed a planet, and if it is too late now to help then some punishments must still be doled out. Some call for flogging, beating, eternal imprisonment. I say he needs a padded room and a therapist for a while.
I'm glad Aernin exists, I guess. He's like the least judgemental person ever. A little stifling, I guess. Sometimes he makes me really uncomfortable when he starts going off about how I should indulge my purpose and stuff... I don't know. I think Aernin wouldn't care about being evil as long as he thought it was what he was supposed to do. But isn't blindly following your impulses evil? Like if I slapped a cookie out of a kid's hand or something. That's just evil. I don't know. Aernin hurts my head.
Oh Mercy, sweet little Mercy. So uncertain, so afraid and guilty, so strong-willed. I understand it, of course, his dual-call and shame, and will do anything in my power to comfort him in fulfilling his calling. One day, perhaps, he will not cry to do what he must, but hold his head up high.