Theo just smirked at Arialla's tirade, shaking his head slowly. Fucks most definitely not given. "Can't say I'm too concerned about my immortal soul -- more about keeping body and soul together. Mort never kept me from starving."
He turned his attention back to Wessex and the other Ascended. In truth, he wasn't satisfied with their answers either. Lots of soaring rhetoric in defense of themselves and their goddess, not a lot of hard facts. Details, people. "But, beyond ignoring pretty girls, what does getting all this nice loot from the Voice actually entail?"
It had to be an exchange of some kind, he knew. No such thing as a free lunch. Only five-finger discounts.
He turned his attention back to Wessex and the other Ascended. In truth, he wasn't satisfied with their answers either. Lots of soaring rhetoric in defense of themselves and their goddess, not a lot of hard facts. Details, people. "But, beyond ignoring pretty girls, what does getting all this nice loot from the Voice actually entail?"
It had to be an exchange of some kind, he knew. No such thing as a free lunch. Only five-finger discounts.
Theo
"Poker" by ND Strupler is licensed with CC BY 2.0.
