You've been drinking like the world was gonna end
"Whoa, really?" Adam asked, imagining full deep conversations between Amalia and the life-giving God. If she had explained he would have dismissed the answer, not thinking much to prayer - it had never gotten him anywhere until he'd gotten Ludo's attention.
Amalia laughed, but it wasn't unkind. He drank in the knowledge, the intelligent and curious Adam drawn out by his drunken vulnerability and sleepiness. "Hmm. The Attuned are the animal-shifty people. I mean...you don't seem that different to anyone else, except sometimes you're a bird." Did she spend a lot of time in her bird form..? He thought galavanting about the forest preening and shitting all the time would probably make it hard to run a bakery.
The Voice...he'd heard her mentioned. "But the barrier's gone, right? So is The Voice gone too? Or did she get out?"
Adam
It didn't.
