the Voice
”But you did do it, in the end.” She appears, no longer as a hologram, in an ethereal flurry of sparks and bright light. And there is no hesitance, for what feels like the first time between them; the Voice steps forward to greet Nate, reaching up to cup his face in her hands and look at his eyes - well, soon to be eyes. ”And I know that you tried. You and the others. And I am very proud of you.”
Stepping back, she gazes now at all that he has brought with him, smiling gently. ”And on a stormy night, too. Come, then. Before we do this, would you like to replenish yourself?” She is already turning towards the entrance to the shrine, where the rain heaves and thrashes outside.
Stepping back, she gazes now at all that he has brought with him, smiling gently. ”And on a stormy night, too. Come, then. Before we do this, would you like to replenish yourself?” She is already turning towards the entrance to the shrine, where the rain heaves and thrashes outside.
