MAEA
Carry me through this world alive
I feel no more, this suffering
I feel no more, this suffering
"Count on me, brother," she responded, grimacing in mock outrage that he would even think to hit her. Apparently she was quite content to take their little joke of family and run away with it. Placing him firmly within her innermost circle of trustworthy people - how's that for effort?
But her smile faded as he demanded explanations, and her gaze dropped to the ground, the snow at their feet. Tried to find a good way of relating the information, that wouldn't make her sound like a crazy person.
"There's... been some new information uncovered, on how The Voice brings outlanders to Caido," she began. Trying to keep her voice neutral, her expression calm. "There is an... apparatus, of some kind, that collects information from multiple worlds across all of existence. The purpose was to set her free from the barrier, but it's still active. It brings people here... by copying individuals from other places. Like... making a second edition of a book. Same content, all the memories, scars, only... it's not them.
"In truth, Amun probably never left his sea, or the pottery. The you that sits here now... is the copy of that person."
It was just as hard to say it now as it had been before. Again Maea found that she held her breath, waiting for a reaction.
But her smile faded as he demanded explanations, and her gaze dropped to the ground, the snow at their feet. Tried to find a good way of relating the information, that wouldn't make her sound like a crazy person.
"There's... been some new information uncovered, on how The Voice brings outlanders to Caido," she began. Trying to keep her voice neutral, her expression calm. "There is an... apparatus, of some kind, that collects information from multiple worlds across all of existence. The purpose was to set her free from the barrier, but it's still active. It brings people here... by copying individuals from other places. Like... making a second edition of a book. Same content, all the memories, scars, only... it's not them.
"In truth, Amun probably never left his sea, or the pottery. The you that sits here now... is the copy of that person."
It was just as hard to say it now as it had been before. Again Maea found that she held her breath, waiting for a reaction.
Bury me in this cold light
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
I feed the wolf, and shed my skin
