DELPHIA
Delphia could have bloomed like a flower from Vi's beard at the praise, holding it close to her heart so it might keep her in good spirits for many days to come. "I am so lucky to have such a loving father as you." she said lovingly, looking up at him warmly. Sure, he did not make her of his own body, but he was the reason she had been born again, the one who placed her soul within the womb of a woman.
The subject had grown serious though, and her gaze fell in contemplation. "I see..." she said quietly, thinking back to her conversation with Ludo, how - while not positive of the accuracy of her conjecture - they did not immediately deny the possibility. "Is it...could she be using the souls to keep herself sustained? So that she seems as immortal as you and the others?" she asked, dreading any possible confirmation. Such a thing would be so deplorable, she wasn't certain if even her Mort in all his loving glory could forgive her such a crime. Ascended or not, a soul was a soul.
Despite the softness of his hand, which she squeezed lightly, lovingly as they walked, she knew his life had been no luxury. He had the most difficult task of all the three high gods she thought, the duty to take what people clung to with desperation, begged to not come. He and his work were unwanted by the masses, and he loved them still. It could not be easy. Yet here he was, asking after her, and her well being.
Her pale eyes blinked slowly at his question, having to think harder on it than she should have - which in and of itself likely answered his question. "I see people sometimes and help them. More now that the barrier is down. But...I don't have a companion, if that is what you mean. I live alone and spend most of my time on my own." she said, pursing her lips and slowly shaking her head. "My duty is to you, to do your work here in the mortal world. To focus on friends or finding one who would be to me as Vi is to you is not the purpose for whicb you made me." she said smiling at him.
The subject had grown serious though, and her gaze fell in contemplation. "I see..." she said quietly, thinking back to her conversation with Ludo, how - while not positive of the accuracy of her conjecture - they did not immediately deny the possibility. "Is it...could she be using the souls to keep herself sustained? So that she seems as immortal as you and the others?" she asked, dreading any possible confirmation. Such a thing would be so deplorable, she wasn't certain if even her Mort in all his loving glory could forgive her such a crime. Ascended or not, a soul was a soul.
Despite the softness of his hand, which she squeezed lightly, lovingly as they walked, she knew his life had been no luxury. He had the most difficult task of all the three high gods she thought, the duty to take what people clung to with desperation, begged to not come. He and his work were unwanted by the masses, and he loved them still. It could not be easy. Yet here he was, asking after her, and her well being.
Her pale eyes blinked slowly at his question, having to think harder on it than she should have - which in and of itself likely answered his question. "I see people sometimes and help them. More now that the barrier is down. But...I don't have a companion, if that is what you mean. I live alone and spend most of my time on my own." she said, pursing her lips and slowly shaking her head. "My duty is to you, to do your work here in the mortal world. To focus on friends or finding one who would be to me as Vi is to you is not the purpose for whicb you made me." she said smiling at him.
Here in the forest dark and deep
I offer you
Eternal Sleep
