Diplomatic Immunity--Preface: Vasha's Discovery, Part II

[Bront]

"Because by knowing your darkness, I can help heal it Sister."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"You can help best by not making me go to that room to show you...Believe me..."

 

[Bront]

"You say you want to yet you don't Sister. Don't be afraid, I'll be here to help you, and I shall not judge. So much of what you do is beyond judgement, that I know I can trust your intentions. I am here for you Sister."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"If you believe me that I won't, then do I have to show you Vasha? Can't we just forget this happened?"

 

[Bront]

"No, I think you need to do it, so you can find happyness in your heart again, and I'm willing to make my own sacrifice to help you."

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Alyz shakes her head.*

"Vasha, you are stubborn. Just like your father. So be it, but if you are traumatised for life or hate me after this, I'm going to be very sad..."

 

[Bront]

"If I can make it through what I've been through, then I can make it through this for you Alyz."

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Okay...but I'm telling you, showing it to you isn't going to help me at all at it's just going to upset you..."

*Alyz sighs and leads Vasha along a sidelong path to a backroom covered with bookshelves, and she leans against one of the shelves and shuffles the books, causing the shelf to slide away, revealing a secret passageway.*

"Vasha, please...there is still time. You can turn back now. Please--for me--don't make me bring you in here!"

 

[Bront]

Vasha clasps her hand "I am strong for you Sister. Please continue."

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Alyz nods, as she leads Vasha through the passageway into a cold stone chamber, where the charnal stench of death sickens Vasha's sensitive nose.*

*Strewn out across the tables are Valsian bodies in various states of completeness, torn apart and cross-sectioned almost like a dissection, with blood spattered everywhere.*

*In the very centre of the entire grisly scene, like an altar dedicated to all the gore and death, sits a large glass tube that stretches all the way from floor to ceiling, filled with a sickly green liquid, which holds a perfectly preserved human brain and heart. As Vasha looks at it, to her horror, the disembodied heart beats inside the jar.*