as I hold my soul all the music pours out
It’s definitely an odd position to be in; Falke’s inordinate amount of self-awareness is certainly doing himself few favors right now as he knows this won’t be something he can fully digest tonight. “I thought Vi, perhaps, for trying to keep people alive. Or Rae, for the research I do. Mort has always seemed to be firmly in the realm of death and that’s the opposite of my work.” Feeling very much like a schoolboy again, Falke shrugs and runs a hand against his hair, sheepish.
“Ludo is different than Mort though, isn’t it? I’d never presume to catch Mort’s attention with my prayers, and now that you say what it is he likes about my work, would Ludo would feel the same…?” Pausing briefly, Falke tries to temper his next words, but something tells him the Priest has heard much worse over the years. “And with the heralds only just now reappearing, it feels like a bit of a cop-out to pray to Ludo, just to be more likely to get an actual answer.”
“Ludo is different than Mort though, isn’t it? I’d never presume to catch Mort’s attention with my prayers, and now that you say what it is he likes about my work, would Ludo would feel the same…?” Pausing briefly, Falke tries to temper his next words, but something tells him the Priest has heard much worse over the years. “And with the heralds only just now reappearing, it feels like a bit of a cop-out to pray to Ludo, just to be more likely to get an actual answer.”
THE 'FIXER'
the greatest fear I've ever kept is dying with regrets
