The cloth sat open before her and upon it was the now dried out eye sitting beneath a pool of dried blood. The contrast of rusty brown against the white of the fabric was not as startling as had been the fresh blood but it was still clear in her mind.
She tried to feel something then. Disgust, horror, pain or remorse but there was nothing. Nothing at all.
'The world could do with one less sane paladin.'
Her own words, whispering back to her from the marshy realm of Abaddon.Unease followed and she was glad for that little bit, though why it was important to her, she couldn't have said.
How could a man cut out his own eye? She found her gaze lifting to glance at the heavens above, and the answer was suddenly quite understandable. Disgust came now, but not for the deed that the insane paladin had done before her eyes. No, it was directed at the heavens and the Gods of Light. Faith - or lack of it - could do horrible things to a person.
Rewrapping the eye, his 'gift' to her, she carefully placed it away and decided that she was going to be a little more careful with her wording around the less than stable of mind.
"Eye of the beholder...indeed." She muttered to herself and proceeded out of the temple and into the streets of Verminasia.
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