Song Ciwan stood in the Otherworld, listening quietly to the commotion coming from within the courtyard gate. She felt, up close, how conflict could breed demons in the human heart.
Or perhaps, it wasn't the human heart breeding demons.
In the mortal world, all troubles, even the most agonizing, spring from the smallest of things.
In the human world, where there are emotions, there is bias; where there is bias, there is conflict. People can never truly understand one another, for what they see, feel, and think are never the same.
Arguments and disputes were, after all, commonplace.
Ordinarily, such quarrels were restrained by reason, but an unbridled argument could easily spiral into unforeseeable tragedy.
