I carried my own ashes to the mountains
Choices in gods had always been a prickly sentiment – and based on Kiada’s past experiences, ones that they meandered around in great difficulty. Perhaps, given everything up to this moment, it would be far easier with Dygra, and he was further relaxed into the notions with her sentiments coinciding. It wasn’t to say he wasn’t constantly on-guard, for he was on most matters, but this didn’t leave the twisting and turning apprehension the Voice always seemed to fester. So he nodded, content with the notions.
Though the inquiry thereafter made him laugh, uncertain on those ends. She could have her tantrum, and he’d bear it with the slightest amount of unimpressed reticence, but give in to the notions contorting through his head. “I think you are both different people now.” Changed and altered – Kiada, without any amount of Ascended fluid rampaging through her, not having to fight for her life in snagging relics, no need for the desperation that had bent and swayed so many of them. Noah, cursed and ashamed, with hordes more suffering dealt and vanquished, some self-inflicted. “But that is up to you.”
Though the inquiry thereafter made him laugh, uncertain on those ends. She could have her tantrum, and he’d bear it with the slightest amount of unimpressed reticence, but give in to the notions contorting through his head. “I think you are both different people now.” Changed and altered – Kiada, without any amount of Ascended fluid rampaging through her, not having to fight for her life in snagging relics, no need for the desperation that had bent and swayed so many of them. Noah, cursed and ashamed, with hordes more suffering dealt and vanquished, some self-inflicted. “But that is up to you.”
DEIMOS
