"For some time now, yes." The goddess says with a nod of her head. "Her soul returned to me, just as Evelyn's has." That the Voice exists on such a large scale does not minimize her grief, but simply changes it. But then, it's been so long since she was properly mortal that she doesn't express emotions in quite the same way anymore. Still, her fingers tighten around Wessex as she draws her brightest light closer. "Evelyn didn't know the man...he was older, with dark hair. It happened right here, in fact.." The Voice looks out into the Temple, her electric eyes growing dark for a moment.
Evelyn's body begins to crackle beneath the static light, her synapses and relays all melting and shifting until there is nothing left of her but pure light.
Evelyn's body begins to crackle beneath the static light, her synapses and relays all melting and shifting until there is nothing left of her but pure light.
the VOICE
