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What else happened? Well, during that first week, as I met with people,
everyone started telling me that I had changed significantly — that I had
become very calm and very kind. What’s most interesting is that many
people even felt awkward or uneasy; out of old habit, when someone messed
something up, they expected me to stage a “Last Judgment.” They expected
me to lecture them on how wrong and bad it was, to talk about justice — but
then, bam, I had no reaction at all. In fact, I would even comfort the person.
That’s how much everything has changed, can you imagine? Another
interesting thing many noticed was... well, one person told me specifically.
He saw how sensitive I had become; he saw it in my eyes. I was just telling
a story — I wasn’t showing feelings toward the person, I was just sharing
something from my life — and he stared at me with wide eyes, in total shock,
saying he didn’t recognize me. He used to think I was the kind of person who
could walk over people’s heads, that nothing could break me or scare me,
that I was tough, cold, fearless, and immune to all of people’s — or “little
people’s” — illusions and provocations. That’s how he thought of me, or rather,
he claims that’s how he saw me, and now he’s in shock because something
happened to me. He says I’ve become completely different — compassionate
and sensitive toward all people. And you have to understand, this was being
told to me by someone with a very, let’s say, “sinful” background in his life.
For the first time, I saw it in his eyes too: he didn’t see the Spirit of Justice
in me anymore. He didn’t see me on the light side and himself on the dark
side, fearing I would judge him, lecture him, or shame him. He saw that I
was no longer a danger to him, and therefore, in his eyes, I was no longer
a villain or “evil.” I started to see how over the last few years that division —
light and dark — had been happening. All the “dark” people used to avoid me,
and I would look at them as if to say, “I’m coming for you soon,” with the gaze
of the Spirit of Justice. Meanwhile, all the “light” people would say, “Alex,
well done, you’re the protector of the light, and those dark ones will get what
they deserve.” But now, it’s as if I no longer judge the dark ones, yet I haven’t
turned away from the light ones either. Something like that has happened.
I’ve noted this for myself. Take note, this is an important point to record
and later mention in the novel.
everyone started telling me that I had changed significantly — that I had
become very calm and very kind. What’s most interesting is that many
people even felt awkward or uneasy; out of old habit, when someone messed
something up, they expected me to stage a “Last Judgment.” They expected
me to lecture them on how wrong and bad it was, to talk about justice — but
then, bam, I had no reaction at all. In fact, I would even comfort the person.
That’s how much everything has changed, can you imagine? Another
interesting thing many noticed was... well, one person told me specifically.
He saw how sensitive I had become; he saw it in my eyes. I was just telling
a story — I wasn’t showing feelings toward the person, I was just sharing
something from my life — and he stared at me with wide eyes, in total shock,
saying he didn’t recognize me. He used to think I was the kind of person who
could walk over people’s heads, that nothing could break me or scare me,
that I was tough, cold, fearless, and immune to all of people’s — or “little
people’s” — illusions and provocations. That’s how he thought of me, or rather,
he claims that’s how he saw me, and now he’s in shock because something
happened to me. He says I’ve become completely different — compassionate
and sensitive toward all people. And you have to understand, this was being
told to me by someone with a very, let’s say, “sinful” background in his life.
For the first time, I saw it in his eyes too: he didn’t see the Spirit of Justice
in me anymore. He didn’t see me on the light side and himself on the dark
side, fearing I would judge him, lecture him, or shame him. He saw that I
was no longer a danger to him, and therefore, in his eyes, I was no longer
a villain or “evil.” I started to see how over the last few years that division —
light and dark — had been happening. All the “dark” people used to avoid me,
and I would look at them as if to say, “I’m coming for you soon,” with the gaze
of the Spirit of Justice. Meanwhile, all the “light” people would say, “Alex,
well done, you’re the protector of the light, and those dark ones will get what
they deserve.” But now, it’s as if I no longer judge the dark ones, yet I haven’t
turned away from the light ones either. Something like that has happened.
I’ve noted this for myself. Take note, this is an important point to record
and later mention in the novel.