[The sense of it, at least, is not unfamiliar. It feels like the sun beaming through glass windows. Looks like golden light through a long corridor.
One never forgets the feeling of being judged, do they? He undoubtedly knows that feeling as well.
And yet they make no move to return the assessment in kind. They stand, unable to feel their sins crawling on their back. That is the issue with such things, of course. One must exist for judgement to hold any weight.
One must be the correct judge for it to hold meaning.
Their smile stretches wider, hand twisting around the hilt of their blade. When they come at him next? The metal is alight with fire.
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One never forgets the feeling of being judged, do they? He undoubtedly knows that feeling as well.
And yet they make no move to return the assessment in kind. They stand, unable to feel their sins crawling on their back. That is the issue with such things, of course. One must exist for judgement to hold any weight.
One must be the correct judge for it to hold meaning.
Their smile stretches wider, hand twisting around the hilt of their blade. When they come at him next? The metal is alight with fire.
Let's see if you have any weaknesses.]