He stepped closer. The air grew hot.
“But here’s the thing about the truth,” Anders said. “It doesn’t care if you run. It’s still there. And mercy isn’t a lie. It’s just… harder. Harder than fire. Harder than judgment. Because mercy means sitting with the guilt and not burning it away. It means saying, ‘I see what you did. And I’m staying anyway.’” The Divine Fury
“I’ve been doing this for a long time,” the man continued. “Showing people the truth. And you know what they do? They beg for mercy. They promise to be better. But they never change. Not really. Because mercy without cost is just permission.” He stepped closer
“He’s weaponizing it,” Sister Agnes replied. “He comes every night. He doesn’t hurt us. He doesn’t have to. He just stands there and… shows us. Everything we’ve done wrong. Every petty jealousy, every harsh word, every time we chose comfort over courage.” Her voice cracked. “It’s unbearable, Mr. Anders. It’s worse than any pain.” “It doesn’t care if you run
“What does he want?” Anders asked.