LUDO
”So because one of your swooning fans tells you I was somewhere, it means I am to blame for... all of this?” Ludo waves a hand imperiously down at the world below, where it imagines all the fevers lighting up the coastlines and mainlands, like little fireflies. ”How is your Dark Star?” it asks suddenly, rising to its feet and staring up at Safrin with eyes like a void.
”Perfectly fine, I imagine? Now why would I miss an opportunity like that? Why, indeed, would I make my own Lullaby sick, and leave your star to flit about in good health?” It hopes it might be getting its point across in there somewhere - that it absolutely wouldn’t miss a chance to get on Safrin’s last nerve. ”I didn’t do this.”
”Perfectly fine, I imagine? Now why would I miss an opportunity like that? Why, indeed, would I make my own Lullaby sick, and leave your star to flit about in good health?” It hopes it might be getting its point across in there somewhere - that it absolutely wouldn’t miss a chance to get on Safrin’s last nerve. ”I didn’t do this.”
