Yeah, [ comes the mental sigh, ] I wish we were all together.
[ Of course, if they were all together, Misa and Silco and who knows who else would probably lunge for the prodigal Pleroma like poorly socialized cats, so some kind of bridging event would be necessary. Still, the heart wants what it wants.
I'm taking care of myself. And Achamoth's great. People seem really happy that we're here. [ Well, their reactions range from happy to fearful, so put an asterisk next to that one. ] What about you, is everything okay? Are you guys all like--safe, and getting enough food?
[ He truly has no idea what the situation is out there. All he knows is that every time he suggested making a break for the woods before the ritual, he was told "we'd probably die."
And also, given Pleroma's whole unwilling-to-relinquish-its-hold-on-life deal, are they safe? What if they're sprouting cancerous growths or some similarly hideous metaphor? ]
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[ Of course, if they were all together, Misa and Silco and who knows who else would probably lunge for the prodigal Pleroma like poorly socialized cats, so some kind of bridging event would be necessary. Still, the heart wants what it wants.
As Matt pauses to turn the rest of Abel's words over in his head, that poetic undercurrent returns, like the thrum of the engine of the ritual: lui qui a purifié les boissons et les aliment-- ]
I'm taking care of myself. And Achamoth's great. People seem really happy that we're here. [ Well, their reactions range from happy to fearful, so put an asterisk next to that one. ] What about you, is everything okay? Are you guys all like--safe, and getting enough food?
[ He truly has no idea what the situation is out there. All he knows is that every time he suggested making a break for the woods before the ritual, he was told "we'd probably die."
And also, given Pleroma's whole unwilling-to-relinquish-its-hold-on-life deal, are they safe? What if they're sprouting cancerous growths or some similarly hideous metaphor? ]