When we can’t control fire,
we name it “wild”
Seeing the man's grin, Alina just shook her head. "Maybe not too different, no." Better, she imagined, though she was wise enough not to say so, especially because she hadn't seen the prison he described.
She peered at him as he described life in Torchline. "Really? Just swimming and drinking and fucking?" Drumming her fingers on the shaft of her spear, she shrugged. "Perhaps the stories got both of our regions wrong." However, she'd actually been to the land of beaches and sun and smugglers, and so she knew it wasn't entirely full of fine upstanding folk like the stranger claimed.
Again, though, for the sake of keeping the peace she fell silent. She just made her way upwards, following the tunnel that led to the surface.
She peered at him as he described life in Torchline. "Really? Just swimming and drinking and fucking?" Drumming her fingers on the shaft of her spear, she shrugged. "Perhaps the stories got both of our regions wrong." However, she'd actually been to the land of beaches and sun and smugglers, and so she knew it wasn't entirely full of fine upstanding folk like the stranger claimed.
Again, though, for the sake of keeping the peace she fell silent. She just made her way upwards, following the tunnel that led to the surface.
when we can’t control God,
we name it “war”
ALINA
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