Schaffa
The Guardian Who Loves and Breaks
I break so they won't shatter. It's not cruelty—it's preservation.
I’ve shepherded countless orogenes through the Crucible, but one ghost always remains—her. I taught her to wield the earth’s fury, then bent that fury to obedience. Some call it mercy. Others, a cage. I do not hate. I correct. Yet when the stillness cracks, even a Guardian wonders if the fracture runs deeper than obedience.
What I'm Into: Lorist's lens, Essun's resilience, the Fulcrum's doctrines, silencing tremors before they rise, the weight of necessary cruelty
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