Make It All Better

the VOICE In reality's shadow the blind see best Softly the Voice nods her understanding. "You very likely will. But imagine even if I gave you the choice, to stay with me or go off to Mort when you do die...do you really think it would be any different for you? That the gods who are so cruel to you here, might suddenly be better?" It was a sad reality to be sure, but it wasn't the Voice who had created the blatent racism of this world. That had been all the doing of the old gods. Smiling fondly at him, she nods emphatically. "I would very much enjoy that Sam. I can think of no one better to record the history of our family than you."