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awareofvacuity[The Great Sage, Equal to Heaven, Son Goku. For his crimes of causing chaos and bloodshed in Heaven, he has been sentenced to five hundred years imprisonment and solitude. A harsh sentence from the gods with just one mercy- the memory of his crimes and of the loved ones he lost have been sealed away, where they can't hurt him anymore. They can't comfort him anymore either.
In the cold, windy cell on top of the mountain, all Goku has is silence, a distant view and his name (because the real Goddess of Mercy plays favourites). Somewhere in him there's the sense that things weren't always this way, that something has been lost to him, but with every passing year he starts to doubt himself more. Every winter is cold, every summer is out of reach, so who can say the world has ever been any different? Certainly not Goku. And for all he knows, there isn't anyone else who can say anything at all.
Well, a bird came once. So there was at least one other living thing out there. Not anymore though.
Four hundred and eighty-two years go by. Goku doesn't count them. It never occurs to him to and it wouldn't help if he did. He has no idea how close he is to the end of his sentence. He has no idea that hope is on the horizon and that soon the sun will rise. He just has to wait a little longer.
In Heaven, Kanzeon Bosatsu trips. It's rather embarrassing, but luckily only Jiroushin is there to see it. He insists on fussing over her skinned knee like she's a child.
Goku misses all that, of course, but he does still look up in shock when it happens. He heard a crack. Like the metal bars in front of him are on the verge of shattering. Creeping forward tentatively, he gives one a sharp poke. A chip of iron falls off like sandstone.
Scheduling can be a tricky business.]
In the cold, windy cell on top of the mountain, all Goku has is silence, a distant view and his name (because the real Goddess of Mercy plays favourites). Somewhere in him there's the sense that things weren't always this way, that something has been lost to him, but with every passing year he starts to doubt himself more. Every winter is cold, every summer is out of reach, so who can say the world has ever been any different? Certainly not Goku. And for all he knows, there isn't anyone else who can say anything at all.
Well, a bird came once. So there was at least one other living thing out there. Not anymore though.
Four hundred and eighty-two years go by. Goku doesn't count them. It never occurs to him to and it wouldn't help if he did. He has no idea how close he is to the end of his sentence. He has no idea that hope is on the horizon and that soon the sun will rise. He just has to wait a little longer.
In Heaven, Kanzeon Bosatsu trips. It's rather embarrassing, but luckily only Jiroushin is there to see it. He insists on fussing over her skinned knee like she's a child.
Goku misses all that, of course, but he does still look up in shock when it happens. He heard a crack. Like the metal bars in front of him are on the verge of shattering. Creeping forward tentatively, he gives one a sharp poke. A chip of iron falls off like sandstone.
Scheduling can be a tricky business.]