<strong>Karna -- Downtown Gilead -- Teaching</strong><br/><br/>It had never been in Karna's nature to tempt the newly awakened of Gilead toward the depths of sin and depravity, rather it was apathy she nutured. The man, having seen the truth of the world for a mere day, maybe less, had found that horrors awaited him. The tall robed figure over him drew long swipes over his chest, with its impossibly sharp scythe. The cuts seemed to slice at his shirt, thread by thread, making a long ragged cut appear after the first few swipes, though this wasn't so much the raggedness of the cut, as the mess of fibers that spilled outward from the true cut, the one that had not yet even passed his shirt. He didn't dare move for fear of the blade touching his skin.<br/><br/>"So pitiful," said the demon woman, "so completely out of your depth. Its amazing what pain a little understanding brings."<br/><br/>The tall figure switched slicing hands, the blade moving toward his neck, causing him to recoil closer still to the floor, as far as that was possible, unable to move, any motion taking him away from the floor, and toward the blade.<br/><br/>"So, weak, so helpless," she said, "why bother?"<br/><br/>She knelt down beside his shoulder, and leant over, her mouth close enough to his ear that the sound didn't even carry in the incredibly angular foyer of the building. She stood after she'd spoken. The blade withdrew as the interpreter did, and the two left the man where he lay. He didn't move for a while. He would get up eventually, go home, perhaps do what he usually did. He would feign ignorance of the bizzareness of Gilead, and in time, he'd lose his humanity to the temptation of being the sighted among the blind. After all, if all the slaves are blind, best to feign blindess as the one-eyed man.<br/><br/>Karna exited the building, onto the street, unseen by the crowd around her. The interpreter had vanished, gone after she'd opened the door to leave, but before she'd reached the street. Karna's stride was silent and covered by the robe which flowed around her feet, if indeed anything of the sort was under the robe at all. Karna was something like a natural inhabitant of Gilead, in a spiritual sense. There was something about the passivity, that suggested that the tall, scythe bearing figured, despite her peculiarity, was not out of place among the sleepwalking citizenry of Gilead.