we are just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty
Ophelia’s head tilts birdlike and inquisitive as Amun sighs and expands, then squeezes his hand with a tiny quirk of a smile. “I do not care they are dead. But it is quite inconvenient for our cause.” Death is the ultimate peace, there is nothing to fear in it. Ophelia has lost their entire family to Mort, and it had been a blessing for each of them to escape the pain of hunger and failing bodies. Such was the benefit of Ascension in their opinion
The agreement sparks a bit of life behind their grief. A plan. Yes, something to focus on. “The seasonal gods, are they even fond of us? No, we should do something new. Completely unrelated to them. Something we created ourselves.” They consider for a moment, wondering what the Ascended stand for and represent. “What about a fireworks display? It’s at night, so it will be safe but reasonable.”
The agreement sparks a bit of life behind their grief. A plan. Yes, something to focus on. “The seasonal gods, are they even fond of us? No, we should do something new. Completely unrelated to them. Something we created ourselves.” They consider for a moment, wondering what the Ascended stand for and represent. “What about a fireworks display? It’s at night, so it will be safe but reasonable.”
