pedal to the metal

Searching the Voice's features, Loren shrugged. [say]"You're right. It does seem strange. But in a good way."[/say] Pausing, he cleared his throat. [say]"Thank you for taking care of him...them though."[/say] He smiled, glad that the Ascended he cared about would have the support of their Goddess when the time came for them to go to battle.

He sagged a bit, glancing over his shoulder as the wind started howling outside. Looking back at her, he inclined his head. [say]"I have some thinking to do. I appreciate everything you've done and said today, though."[/say] Still, this would all be worth it if it did result in a cure. Not least because he was sick and needed one, and wasn't sure if he'd be able to access the one from the Climb when the time came.

[say]"I am not like your gods, Loren. I'll prove that to you until you see it for yourself."[/say] She says with a bit of a smug smile.

[say]"Find me by the Spire, in a few days' time. I'll be sure to let everyone know. Until then, know that you've saved everyone Loren. No matter what the others think, and for that I will always be grateful."[/say] Holding up the metal to indicate the reason she was about to leave, the Voice nods appreciatively toward the Launceleyn, before disappearing in a sizzle of energy.

~FIN