Training An Army - Part 1

"Haha!" Pandora laughed, delighted. "My goodness. You truly are Pandora's creature. Chaos and volatility run through you like thick oil in a stream. To think that you could grow so wrathful merely from seconds of imagination."

"Gently," Penelope said, removing her hands from Vol's eyes, and patting his head. "Feel the emotion, but do not be consumed by it. Move on to the next."

Vol's grip on the table gradually loosened, as he made the journey towards discontent, and then sadness. By the time he reached it, the feeling had a hold of his heart. He hadn't felt true sadness since Jok died. Not even when his mother had undoubtedly perished. Now that sadness assailed him with all the force of a waterfall.