Till We Have Faces Role Playing Assignment

Hello Orual. My name is Orchid, and I am the songbird God, one who judges those individuals by way of the beauty of their own individual symphonies. But I urge not that the beauty of the symphony is not by way of its immediate melody or the catchiness of its tune, but rather its arrangement, its emotional complexity; In other words, its deepness as opposed to its shallowness.You complain about our injustice and our unfairness in the way we have lead your sister along in life, as well as we have treated you? Your life, you perceive as unfair in that you feel your song, in its countenance, is ugly such that you silence it with a veil? You see as something of our own composition? Your sister being so distant from you, not being all that you wish her to be is our own not so magnificent Magnum Opus? I beg to differ.

It is you who has created such dissonance in your life. Your selfish request for Psyche to defy the Gods has damned her. Your Damning of your own face, your unacceptance of the reality as you can only know it in that you mute its own appearance is creating accidentals in your life. You have wronged everyone in your existence for the veiling of your face has prevented from showing all that is real about yourself. You have wronged yourself and all of your existence in this fashion. You have taken the gift of your own life in that it is your life and those sacred gifts within it and caused their own disharmonius nature. Your selfish love, your expectation that in giving something you must expect something in return is something admonishable. Many great composers gave song to others without ever expecting it in return.

With that Orual, I would like to extend to you some semblance of mercy. If I were to act unloving towards you, it would not teach you of the love that you should compose yourself, given what little time you have left on this earth. By extending you this love, I hope to strike a chord in you that sometimes you should toss out loves great joyous noise and not expect a echoed response. I do not expect you to love me, nor fear me, nor any of these things. But realize that all the same, you should do so out of spite of fear of not receiving it all the same.

With that Orual, I leave you be to live the rest of your life with some bit of harmony. Hopefully your song may end in great rousing beauty rather than the cacophony such exhibited in the past.