LUDO
”Why would I call it something like that?” Ludo wonders, gazing up at Safrin with a head tilted softly to the side. She stands before it, angry and righteous, and it sits in the cosmos before her in turn, leaning back on its hands with a furrowed brow. ”Oh, I see,” it says suddenly, not that it particularly understands its counterpart’s train of thought.
”You believe I did this. What a sweet notion.” Smiling sunnily, it shrugs its shoulders, rags flapping around it almost of its own accord. ”How did I do it?” Is it wondering to itself or asking Safrin to quantify her claims? Probably a little of both. Getting to its feet, Ludo brushes off its rags and stares down into the dark deep of the world below. ”It isn’t even killing them. What would be the point.”
”You believe I did this. What a sweet notion.” Smiling sunnily, it shrugs its shoulders, rags flapping around it almost of its own accord. ”How did I do it?” Is it wondering to itself or asking Safrin to quantify her claims? Probably a little of both. Getting to its feet, Ludo brushes off its rags and stares down into the dark deep of the world below. ”It isn’t even killing them. What would be the point.”
