It's all painted in her grief
All of her history etched out at her feet
So far, both Sam and Amun had said that they could take her to the Voice. But, her she was, still sitting with Samuel, not with the Voice. She bit her tongue at her own impatience, her own selfishness. But as Samuel kept talking about the Voice, her desire grew. She felt a pang in her breast when he revealed that he calls the Voice mother. She wasn't sure if the pain was evident on her face, but Letha had been pulled away from her family, her home, and dropped in Caido with no explanation so far except that the Voice probably loved her, and had a reason for her.
"Upgrades?" She asked, but when she looked back to Samuel she understood. She could not keep her mouth closed from the awe that she felt. "Wow, uh, she did that to you? For you?" She leaned toward where Samuel had been sitting, unsure if he was still there. Her eyes widened, trying to locate even an outline of him, or a glimmer. Something that would reveal him to her. "How do you...--" She asked, reaching out with her hand and trying to touch him.
"What do you have to do?" Her question came out rushed and almost breathless, the thrill of watching someone go invisible before her still coursing through her. "What do you have to do to get this magic?" If she had been able to touch Samuel, she would have brushed her fingers along his cheek for just a second, brief and fleeting, before retracting her hand.
She wanted to say it out loud, but waited. Something inside of her said that the Voice had already upgraded her -- after all, in Caido, she could hear.
