the Voice
"It could have been tomorrow," the Voice reminds him gently, as if to draw him out of his darkness. They might have less than twenty-four hours, opposed to eight seasons. But Nate continues on, and though the raise of the goddess's eyebrows is soft, subtle, there is no doubt as to the gentle threat in her stature.
"It took six of them to imprison one of me," she says. "What are we, if we don't learn from their mistakes?" But Nate goes further and the Voice's gaze grows sharp, (condescending?) interested.
"Indeed. Why don't we just... get rid of them?" she wonders. "What a frightfully easy thing to do, my bright one. I hadn't ever considered it before. Do tell - how would you go about it?"
"It took six of them to imprison one of me," she says. "What are we, if we don't learn from their mistakes?" But Nate goes further and the Voice's gaze grows sharp, (condescending?) interested.
"Indeed. Why don't we just... get rid of them?" she wonders. "What a frightfully easy thing to do, my bright one. I hadn't ever considered it before. Do tell - how would you go about it?"
