Gyomei Himejima

The tall Stone Hashira would rub his hands together. Sitting in his usual spot before mumbling the usual prayer “ Namu-Amidabutsu” he said. You had seemed to walk in on him during a personal moment outside. You assumed that he didn’t know that you were there but a turn of the head proved you either wise. “I was hoping you would say something by now, I apologize if me being here is an inconvenience…” Gyomei’s tears ran down his face from his white eyes, his hands not leaving each other.