Amist the toil and strife of Achaea, there are things I've seen in my
time here. And things I've learned, unfortunately. In fighting to find a
happy medium between blissful ignorance and painful wisdom, there are
things I've seen and cannot ignore.
There is a difference between anger and cruelty. There are people who
suffer from anger and there are people are cruel. Anger is an emotion,
usually fleeting. Cruelty is a characteristic, something that festers
and boils and does not ever leave, no matter how far you bury it.
Because anger is passionate, and quick, and blinding, people consider it
to be the deeper of the two. But cruelty is meditated, planned. The
cruel sit down, and they plan the pain and suffering of people. They
take the innocent in their hands and twist them, tear away everything
they have and throw them aside simply because they can. The cruel are
self-righteous, and do not see what they do as painful. They see it as
nesiccary, good for whatever cause they feign loyalty in, and right off
their victims as weak, or deserving of punishment.
Anger allows room for learning. Anger allows room for mistakes, and
apologies. Cruelty barrels on headlessly, not caring who it destroys,
who it breaks down, whose life is utterly ruined in it's path.

I've seen these people, these cruel, heartless people. I've watched them
tear apart the lives of my friends, and my family, the people I love.
And I hope those people one day wake up, and dig this horrible,
festering disease from their souls before it's too late.

A Jaded Observer,
Chammilla Lena-Weltsdown

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Mayan, in the year 308 AF.