Osozo
"Do you have a team? Or simply you?" A whole team of people devoted to keeping the Atheneum alive seemed easier to manage than a lone ascended. It brought to mind the image of a buzzing beehive, a well oiled machine, the many making up the whole. "A book is not very different from a person. The soul might be the same, but it can be... read different, if it's bound in gold and leather, or just paper. All people and books are is what other people see." The metaphor here was admittedly getting away from them now, but there was a point wrapped in the centre of all the words Osozo was trying to reach. Trying.
Though there was nothing in them, the Demi-god still held their hands closer to Sam as he leaned in. "That is what I was told by the Voice. Do the portals not reach there yet?" What a strange thing to have been told then, when this particular vista could not be touched yet. "I think I was most excited to go there." There's something wistful in their voice then, but it does ignite a sense of purpose - opening more of the portals.
Though there was nothing in them, the Demi-god still held their hands closer to Sam as he leaned in. "That is what I was told by the Voice. Do the portals not reach there yet?" What a strange thing to have been told then, when this particular vista could not be touched yet. "I think I was most excited to go there." There's something wistful in their voice then, but it does ignite a sense of purpose - opening more of the portals.
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