[if that's what he's looking for, then she won't be much distraction. because first comes the part that the emperor already knows:]
There's a second soul living inside of me. One that comes from another world, one that met its end. I never knew how, and I never thought to ask. I don't think she'll know if I try.
[for her, this is something easy, simple. something that she's lived with for years that's become a fact of her world. for others, especially if she's not mentioned or glossed over it in the past, she knows it's something bigger. she can suspect, dry jokes about god having bad aim aside, that it's of interest to palamedes. and she likes him, and she doesn't fear him, and that will make it easier to discuss later. for now, she puts her palms flat on the table, then curls up the tips of her fingers just slightly.]
He knows that. What he doesn't know is that back home, there were a couple hundred people like me. All from planets that reached their ends. A whole host of apocalypses, as terrible as they were sudden. Nobody ever figured out why it happened, or what caused it.
[her implication, she thinks, should be clear. does it make logical sense? not really. and yet, is it that far of a stretch? was A2 not resurrected in a new form within her? god, she wants to be wrong.]
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There's a second soul living inside of me. One that comes from another world, one that met its end. I never knew how, and I never thought to ask. I don't think she'll know if I try.
[for her, this is something easy, simple. something that she's lived with for years that's become a fact of her world. for others, especially if she's not mentioned or glossed over it in the past, she knows it's something bigger. she can suspect, dry jokes about god having bad aim aside, that it's of interest to palamedes. and she likes him, and she doesn't fear him, and that will make it easier to discuss later. for now, she puts her palms flat on the table, then curls up the tips of her fingers just slightly.]
He knows that. What he doesn't know is that back home, there were a couple hundred people like me. All from planets that reached their ends. A whole host of apocalypses, as terrible as they were sudden. Nobody ever figured out why it happened, or what caused it.
[her implication, she thinks, should be clear. does it make logical sense? not really. and yet, is it that far of a stretch? was A2 not resurrected in a new form within her? god, she wants to be wrong.]