Saif Bukhari: The Witness
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Leader of The Fana
The branches I break scream to the eyes
The eyes are seeds that will never rise
Oh, God, when will this road end?
God comes as a tree, "This road will never cease to bend."
I weep, and leave my name to walk towards doom
This garden, wretched and sick, will always be in full bloom.
"He's out of control... Someone like him never should have been born with a quirk."
Personality
Saif conducts himself with restraint and competence, with machinations that he keeps safeguarded from everyone. He bases everything he does on perspective; whether something is immoral or not, Saif's interpretation of it will come from the context of the situation.
As a result, it's possible for him to side with parties who he should otherwise be pitted against. His politeness almost never wavers, prompting him to act cordially regardless of the situation.
Ironically, this only fails to hold true when referring to individuals associated with him. With subordinates, specifically those fully subservient to him, he engages as if they're a separate species, and while that doesn't entail treating them harshly, it does stop him truly caring for their wellbeing. With his current goal of expanding the Fana, he's taken to allying with fellow villains who he's willing to treat with more respect, begrudingly.
LIES
DERANGED LIES!
The guide to our Paradise, The Witness himself...
Is one of several faces:
Neutrality
Anger
Brazenness
Fear
And when these unravel...
There comes something much worse.
Absolution.
“Oh, it must be in my head! I’m misunderstanding their intentions. How dare I, the product of their love, do anything other than conform to their whims. I bleed for them! I live for them! Their love is the eternal reward for any suffering inflicted in the midst of my journey to success.”
What a farce.
What existed behind Saif Bukhari mattered not. It had been discarded years ago, replaced by an insatiable ambitiion. That very same ambition continued to smolder and empower itself with each passing day. This walk of life has torn through his foundations and left him irrevocably altered; a fact which will hold true for as long as he lives.
Naturally, this wasn't how Saif interpreted his situation, and as this thought spoke to him, he collaped and raised his hands as the cool water he now sat in drenched his lower body, absolving him.
His head leaned back as he let out a laugh, all while dozens, if not hundreds of onlookers screamed, looking down at him from elevated stands.
These screams were chants, accompanied by gifts in the form of gold and other valuable items, all thrown at Saif as he reveled in what was happening, what he was.
They chanted, and chanted, and chanted.
"WITNESS..."
WITNESS..."