He admits that he doesn’t know much of The Core, and she takes what he says as a consolation for her mistake. Who does know about The Core, though? Does anyone? “Sometimes I wonder if we know much of anything about any of the gods, or if we just think we do. They are gods, after all.” she says, not suggesting that he doesn’t know his goddess but simply that there was, likely, so much that was kept from them. It was not necessarily a bad thing, though (she is not sure she would want to know all that the gods do).
He goes on to elaborate what he means by pain, and she understands now as he clarifies. Only physical, which makes more sense, though if the exchange is losing the ability to get drunk or aroused, she’s not sure it's worth the tradeoff. But she can see the value in not hurting if your body was bionic. “Ah, I see. That seems to be an easier task, in some ways at least.” It is one thing to change anatomy, to make them something both more and less than human. It is another thing entirely to remove emotional pain.
He continues, filing in the story of the previous festival where Deimos had not offered details (unsurprising, given how little Deimos actually talked). She listens, nodding slightly, remembering the child beneath the blanket in Abasi’s mortuary. It made sense, suddenly, the pieces falling into place. She can’t quite imagine trying to contain a mudslide with ice, but then again, she’s never seen that particular brand of magic at its fullest. Something large enough, thick enough, would maybe work. Clearly though this had not been one of those moments. “It is what Caido demands, learning to continue despite everything.” She may have been trapped in Halo her whole life, but she knows this place well enough to know that.
He goes on to elaborate what he means by pain, and she understands now as he clarifies. Only physical, which makes more sense, though if the exchange is losing the ability to get drunk or aroused, she’s not sure it's worth the tradeoff. But she can see the value in not hurting if your body was bionic. “Ah, I see. That seems to be an easier task, in some ways at least.” It is one thing to change anatomy, to make them something both more and less than human. It is another thing entirely to remove emotional pain.
He continues, filing in the story of the previous festival where Deimos had not offered details (unsurprising, given how little Deimos actually talked). She listens, nodding slightly, remembering the child beneath the blanket in Abasi’s mortuary. It made sense, suddenly, the pieces falling into place. She can’t quite imagine trying to contain a mudslide with ice, but then again, she’s never seen that particular brand of magic at its fullest. Something large enough, thick enough, would maybe work. Clearly though this had not been one of those moments. “It is what Caido demands, learning to continue despite everything.” She may have been trapped in Halo her whole life, but she knows this place well enough to know that.
weaver
-- ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies --
Quote by Charles Dickens
