Shuyin had power, real power, that had developed in the thousand years since his death. His anger, his hatred and anguish, every negative emotion had manifested in a way that allowed him to control reality in his immediate vicinity, to a limited degree. To that end, he was forming rubble into Bevelle soldiers, and obliterating them with a variety of brutal attacks, cursing the very images of the people, not to mention the city, all it stood for, and sometimes the moral fibres of their mothers.
To put it bluntly, Shuyin was still angry, even if he wasn't paying attention to the endless carnage unfolding around him. It wasn't enough.
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Date: 2009-09-07 08:26 pm (UTC)To put it bluntly, Shuyin was still angry, even if he wasn't paying attention to the endless carnage unfolding around him. It wasn't enough.
It was never enough.