the VOICE
The Voice regards the rotten plant as though it is something thoroughly uninteresting, and it shows in her face exactly what she thinks of the repeated questioning about the blight. "A cure?" she repeats, raising an eyebrow and spreading her hands. "The blight does not affect you, my bright one. There is no need to cure a disease that you need not worry about. Let your co-rulers dither and die, if you must. But you..." Her tone warms, and her static eyes shine as she smiles.
"You are in a wonderful position to show the world how marvellous it is to be bright. To teach them all how much better they might be. And if they are so very worried about this blight business, they need only ask and I can take away their pain forever." She bows her head, as if it is a reverent gift that she offers - and it is.
"You are in a wonderful position to show the world how marvellous it is to be bright. To teach them all how much better they might be. And if they are so very worried about this blight business, they need only ask and I can take away their pain forever." She bows her head, as if it is a reverent gift that she offers - and it is.
