the Voice
The sea glass seems to glow in her hands, though perhaps that is just the way the latent energy about her swirls and shines through it. Daintily, the Voice sits herself upon the edge of one of the large boulders, watching him with the patience of ages. "Answers, then," she says by way of encouragement, waiting for him to speak again before considering her response.
"Bright one, I have taken no more from you than I have any other Ascended," she said softly. "And it was done with the best of intentions, not spite. What enjoyment do you lack? What feeling do you need? Whatever is missing now has been replaced by something that transcends all that you were before. And you are still capable of interacting with the world, are you not? Still capable of love?" She raises her eyebrows; of course she knows all there is to know about Nate.
"Bright one, I have taken no more from you than I have any other Ascended," she said softly. "And it was done with the best of intentions, not spite. What enjoyment do you lack? What feeling do you need? Whatever is missing now has been replaced by something that transcends all that you were before. And you are still capable of interacting with the world, are you not? Still capable of love?" She raises her eyebrows; of course she knows all there is to know about Nate.
