a hand to hold so I can face the cold

the VOICE In reality's shadow the blind see best "The Eye...or so he calls themselves these days, has a book..." The Voice explains. "It is rumoured to have come from Caido, but what isn't rumour, is what it can do. With absolute infallibility, it knows things. Things that have either recently come to pass, or that will happen. The latter happens less often, but.." But any amount of future-telling at all was an incredible boon. "It is possible that this how they are able to find things out. Or perhaps they have some other way of sussing out relics..." The Voice adds, frowning thoughtfully. The question, so human and so considerate, has the Voice smiling. "I am frustrated." She replies. "The Old Gods are able to spuriously hand out gifts and abilities as if by so doing they aren't digging the graves of our family. The Grounds have now been mostly Ascended-lived for how many seasons now? There has been no fighting. No war. None of the treachery we're so often accused of." Her cheeks glow with a violet fury as she gives her head a shake. "Reason means little these days. Success is all we can strive for, with thick skin that the cruel lies they tell might just be ignored."