Osozo
"I wonder if you could walk to the other side." They imagine it briefly, a deep, dark silent world, seeming endless days of walking. They wonder if they would reach the other side before running out of fluid, before succumbing to the pressure. It's not a line of thought that's really useful though, in and out of their head in an instant, as Osozo focuses back on the point of the conversation, the reason they'd stalked the ascended to the end of the dock.
News moved faster than they could keep up with, apparently. Or, perhaps it was too slow to keep up with the Demi-god. Regardless, the fact that Samuel was back in the loving embrace of the Voice did throw something of a wrench in Osozo's emotions. "I hadn't heard you had come back." The vermilion in their hair bleeding away more, to pale, barely-there pink, while eyes flicker between deep green and a pale grey.
"I wasn't going to hurt you. I don't think I have the capability." They lift their hand to examine it, a flicker of static warping their fingers and suggesting the words might not be exactly true. "When did you return?"
News moved faster than they could keep up with, apparently. Or, perhaps it was too slow to keep up with the Demi-god. Regardless, the fact that Samuel was back in the loving embrace of the Voice did throw something of a wrench in Osozo's emotions. "I hadn't heard you had come back." The vermilion in their hair bleeding away more, to pale, barely-there pink, while eyes flicker between deep green and a pale grey.
"I wasn't going to hurt you. I don't think I have the capability." They lift their hand to examine it, a flicker of static warping their fingers and suggesting the words might not be exactly true. "When did you return?"
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