She can't see the landscape anymore
It's all painted in her grief
All of her history etched out at her feet
It's all painted in her grief
All of her history etched out at her feet
When Sam brightened even more, Letha felt a tinge of amusement tickle at her. So far, of the two men Letha had encountered, they seemed to love being Ascended. While the woman did not have any qualms about her new state (yet?), she did not share the same kind of radiance about it that Samuel and Amun did. Nonetheless, she needed to know all she could about what her life was supposed to look like. She was choosing to do this from the lens of others, since Amun had not yet taken her to see and speak with the Voice.
The woman followed him, careful to sit an--what she deemed--appropriate distance from him. She let her hands fall at her sides, running over the smooth, cool stone. "Ten years is a long time," She started, looking down at the large rock the man had chosen for them to perch, "But nothing compared to eternity, which we still have." Amun had told her that if she was careful, she could live forever--she wanted to see if Samuel would refute that, or back it up.
She moved on. "Can you tell me about the Voice, from your perspective?" She looked up, cold ocean eyes resting on his.
