[ Zen is sat in the black abyss they were sent to after being expelled from the garden, blankly staring at the nothingness that is the horizon. They are left to think deeply into what had gone down. ]
[ They regret ever having done such sins. How could they put their garden a risk, just because they wanted to extend their Love to more people? Why would they ever spread the Love towards sins, of all people? ]
[ Something about their actions deeply scarred them, scars that ran deeper than their physical wounds— which were in the process of healing, still. Zen waited, and waited— perhaps, for something to happen. They were unsure why they were still here, what could they even do? ]
[ Of course, there were people that had comforted them— but… were those people truly speaking facts? How could Zen be forgiven when they’ve committed sins so easy to avoid? Why had they given into thoughts they usually would ignore? ]
[ Their appearance had changed— they’ve slowly come to realise that. Their skin had grown to scar much more easily, and their colors had changed hues— giving into a more pinkish tone. It scared them. it reminded them of the sins they’ve committed— of the incident that had happened. though, is it really an incident if it is the consequences of their actions? ]
