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Whether or not the attack was intentional isn’t really something I care about, mostly because it didn’t happen in Torchline. Good intentions don’t always produce good deeds. You gotta look at the results. So I can only shrug again. “I don’t have informants in the Grounds. Or anywhere else.” Not yet, at least, I hadn’t been able to think that far ahead. It hadn’t even been an issue until last year, and the speed that things are a-changin’ is… hard for me to get behind. Sometimes I think if I ignore it, it’ll come to a halt. Never does, a’course, but that don’t stop me from tryin’.
Now I sit, turning the chair around so I’m leanin’ on its back. “I don’t know much about the Ascended. They were the stuff of stories until last year. So what do I need to know about recent developments an’ how much of it is religious shit like that box?” It’s an important distinction. I pay my lip service to the Gods at their festivals, but I ain’t a shrine-goer unless it serves me. My gods are the spirits a’ the sea and the land, the ones that bring the smugglers back safely, the ones that keep Apopo (mostly) quiet.
I’m just as inclined to live and let live, but I have a feelin’ this definitely ain’t up to me.
Now I sit, turning the chair around so I’m leanin’ on its back. “I don’t know much about the Ascended. They were the stuff of stories until last year. So what do I need to know about recent developments an’ how much of it is religious shit like that box?” It’s an important distinction. I pay my lip service to the Gods at their festivals, but I ain’t a shrine-goer unless it serves me. My gods are the spirits a’ the sea and the land, the ones that bring the smugglers back safely, the ones that keep Apopo (mostly) quiet.
I’m just as inclined to live and let live, but I have a feelin’ this definitely ain’t up to me.
