the Voice
"Is that so?" The Voice tilts her head up at Nate. "I prefer knowing. Now we are aware of exactly the amount of time we have to prepare." But her bright one is looking to the future, it seems, and the goddess rises to her feet to turn and regard him properly.
"I am nothing if not practical," she says airily. "Should we succeed in this war, I would see the Old Gods and the Heralds given the same treatment I was once subjected to." Her static eyes glitter at the very thought. "As for their followers? Unlike their opinions of the Ascended, I wish them no harm. Of course, they will either need to accept the new way of things... or they will not." And what happens then is very much unknown.
"I am nothing if not practical," she says airily. "Should we succeed in this war, I would see the Old Gods and the Heralds given the same treatment I was once subjected to." Her static eyes glitter at the very thought. "As for their followers? Unlike their opinions of the Ascended, I wish them no harm. Of course, they will either need to accept the new way of things... or they will not." And what happens then is very much unknown.
