•Ishan Project: 362/3•
A GRADUAL TROUNCE
“I don’t get it,” Chûndra says as she turns to Netra from her cell’s window. “How is it that you became so powerful with Rïden’s branches but when I wore the crown made from Aram’s stems, I could never get as much power?”
“It’s love,” Netra replied.
“What does that mean?” Chûndra asked.
“Our bodies are made with flesh and blood but they are also composed of a chemical components. Whenever we feel emotion, that emotion is tangible, a biochemical.”
“I don’t understand how that’s related,” Chûndra retorts.
“When Rïden gave me his branches, he did it out of love. That love flowed through his limbs as he cut each piece with accuracy, which caused them to retain all of their magnetic capabilities. So the energy captured in each branch that he used to assemble into many pieces of furniture, was extremely potent.”
“But how did I receive power from Aram?”
“Her love for her family and her willingness to sacrifice herself to keep her family’s cover from being blown is what helped her limbs retain some of their magnetism. But the feeling of pain flowed through her limbs. So the power retained in her stems under your torture and suffering could never be as strong. She could never give them to you wholeheartedly.”
As Chûndra quickly turned her eyes toward the window, I saw light refracted through some substance on her cheek. A tear, which she slyly used her shoulder to wipe away before anyone noticed.
A GRADUAL TROUNCE / Mixed Media / 5″ x 8″