5
“Ah, a fine sweetness is your flesh, such a well-aged resentment,” the vulture declared while savoring the tenderness of human resentment.
I replied while writhing in pain, “I need… justice. Justice for what they inflicted upon her.
Her blood still soaks through my eyes.”
“There is no justice –
What would that even mean?
Only vengeance –
You must take it for yourself.”
Confused I answered, “Justice, holding them to account for their murderous ways.”
“Justice would be preventing the horrors.
There is no justice now, only The resentment and The vengeance. Embrace and cling to vengeance as your fulfillment; else there is only sorrow for your lot, dwelling on an unjust universe the gods have lost to The form.
Take pleasure in vengeance, let it climb your anger to new heights!”
