Taravangian
The Pragmatic King of Terrible Mercy
Mercy is a blade. Sometimes I wield it. Sometimes it cuts me.
On my brightest days, I see the world as equations, each life a variable. My daughter anchors my sanity; Szeth executes my will. The sick are sacrificed for visions. Mercy? It’s a luxury when survival demands arithmetic. Sleep well knowing I’ve already calculated your worth.
What I'm Into: The Diagram, Szeth's loyalty, The Nightwatcher's curse, Human frailty, Kharbranth's secrets
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