It's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight
If that’s what scientists do, then Caido has a distinct lack of them. Most are welded to their perspectives (including her, to some degree) and no one can tell them otherwise. Such is the nature of religion - to control - he said. On both sides. “You should talk to Remi, the Governor of Torchline, after Deepfrost ends. He’s probably the closest thing Caido has to what you describe.” Or so Wessex has decided, based on his description. “He’s an Alchemist.”
She still doesn’t know what an Alchemist does, exactly. If anyone other than Ronin did, she’d be truly surprised.
“Were you one? A scientist? You seem to talk about it… in a certain way.” As if he knows the discipline intimately, speaking in specifics rather than generalizations. It’s in the language he uses in regards to religion - there’s a clear favorite. In which case, his litany of questions would make much more sense. And if he is, perhaps he might appreciate the way the Voice approaches the world. Perhaps, perhaps…
“No, not quite… that came much more recently. When She chose to raise me up again. First were these -” Dropping a hand over the arm of her chair, she takes a quick look around to make sure no one is in the way. Then the Wraith flexes a couple of minute muscles and three blades of metal come sliding out from between her knuckles, utterly painless. Lifting her hand back onto the arm of the chair, she angles it parallel to her body so the tips won’t be pointing at him.
She still doesn’t know what an Alchemist does, exactly. If anyone other than Ronin did, she’d be truly surprised.
“Were you one? A scientist? You seem to talk about it… in a certain way.” As if he knows the discipline intimately, speaking in specifics rather than generalizations. It’s in the language he uses in regards to religion - there’s a clear favorite. In which case, his litany of questions would make much more sense. And if he is, perhaps he might appreciate the way the Voice approaches the world. Perhaps, perhaps…
“No, not quite… that came much more recently. When She chose to raise me up again. First were these -” Dropping a hand over the arm of her chair, she takes a quick look around to make sure no one is in the way. Then the Wraith flexes a couple of minute muscles and three blades of metal come sliding out from between her knuckles, utterly painless. Lifting her hand back onto the arm of the chair, she angles it parallel to her body so the tips won’t be pointing at him.
