Leland
Now he's just tired. Achingly, constantly tired: the kind of fatigue you get only after countless nights spent chasing a goal you've just seen snatched away. He's tried sleeping once or twice, but his rest is plagued with vivid, urgent dreams calling him someplace far away-he wakes up feeling more drained than when he went to sleep.
The man with the silver eyes tells him he has a great destiny. The man with the silver eyes tells him that many people will die, but many more still if he does not fulfill his purpose. The man with the silver eyes says they must wait. Wait. Wait. Meanwhile the light grows paler, and the red dust hangs heavier in the air; and every day a new body is found with the flesh torn off its face.
At night he lies awake and wonders what it feels like to commit genocide.
The man with the silver eyes tells him he has a great destiny. The man with the silver eyes tells him that many people will die, but many more still if he does not fulfill his purpose. The man with the silver eyes says they must wait. Wait. Wait. Meanwhile the light grows paler, and the red dust hangs heavier in the air; and every day a new body is found with the flesh torn off its face.
At night he lies awake and wonders what it feels like to commit genocide.