Osozo
"If everything could be an illusion, how am I meant to trust anything?" It seems like such a circular worry to get stuck in. "I think most things should be believed, until you have reason not to. And," they shake their head a little, "The Voice is not a matter of belief. I know her."
Osozo's eyes, now an almost hazy grey, lift to look around the spire as well, suitably awed by the space, the place that had house the Voice for so long. Could they have still been created, if she had not escaped?
As Josh's hand opens, revealing a scalpel that is doing it's level best to go rocketing towards the Demi-god, the first flash of concern passing over their face, sending the hair and eyes both flashing a sickly green. "Sample for what?'
Osozo's eyes, now an almost hazy grey, lift to look around the spire as well, suitably awed by the space, the place that had house the Voice for so long. Could they have still been created, if she had not escaped?
As Josh's hand opens, revealing a scalpel that is doing it's level best to go rocketing towards the Demi-god, the first flash of concern passing over their face, sending the hair and eyes both flashing a sickly green. "Sample for what?'
Now this is where I'm meant to be
