the VOICE
She seems to stare right through him, once he is whole and complete again, as if she can see the things that trouble him from within, the way they warp and twist and gnaw at him. And when he speaks again, a slow, soft smile curls at her lips. "And who did it, bright one?" she asks.
As if she does not already know. But there is something in Nate's madness to suggest that he is neither aware nor suspect of his fellow Ascended in this mess, of Maea's targeting the Wren Society. And if he believes it to be someone else - someone who dances on the side of the Old Gods - then that is all for the best. "How would you have them hurt? You are more than mere Ascended now. The world lays bare before you. What would you do?"
As if she does not already know. But there is something in Nate's madness to suggest that he is neither aware nor suspect of his fellow Ascended in this mess, of Maea's targeting the Wren Society. And if he believes it to be someone else - someone who dances on the side of the Old Gods - then that is all for the best. "How would you have them hurt? You are more than mere Ascended now. The world lays bare before you. What would you do?"
