the Voice
The Voice takes his questions without malice, without defiance, simply sitting herself cross-legged on the boulder as Nate approaches. "Pain is also unnecessary. And pleasure for an Ascended comes alongside something infinitely useful," she explains. "The system that replaced the one you gave up, bright one, is just as capable of recognising threat and exercising caution, if not more so, without any unpleasant side effects." She does not take, she replaces, she improves, she makes better.
"It is quite a change for any one person to go through, that much I will admit. Adjustment periods ought to be expected, though I worry that you long for something that you knew you were giving up." For it would have all been explained to him, throughout his ascension, what it meant.
He speaks again and she reaches out her hand, touching it to his cheek. And whilst he would not feel it in the way he might have hoped, he would at least feel refreshed and replenished. "You talk of that which Sam possesses," she says, a small sigh escaping her. "A mistake to give such a thing to him, in truth. A weakness returned to a perfect form."
"It is quite a change for any one person to go through, that much I will admit. Adjustment periods ought to be expected, though I worry that you long for something that you knew you were giving up." For it would have all been explained to him, throughout his ascension, what it meant.
He speaks again and she reaches out her hand, touching it to his cheek. And whilst he would not feel it in the way he might have hoped, he would at least feel refreshed and replenished. "You talk of that which Sam possesses," she says, a small sigh escaping her. "A mistake to give such a thing to him, in truth. A weakness returned to a perfect form."
