Ophelia
He is awkward and left-footed, but it hardly registers to Phi at all. He is their brother, as easily accepted and loved as all the other Ascended, and his presence alone has them beaming as they twirl him into the press of bodies surrounding. Bumping elbows and hips are free of the pain a human body may have felt, and there is no fear of squashed toes or bruised soles. Only the joy of twirling about with Sam, both of them uncoordinated but eager.
"It is everything I wanted and more," they sigh, a wisp of a thing that carries a euphoric peace unmistakable to any who hear it. Free of human shackles at last. They squeeze Sam's hands enough for him to feel it, and the tactile creature lays their cheek upon his shoulder as they sway around. "You gave me freedom and family as equally as our Goddess. Thank you, Sam." It is a weighted sentiment, and yet it feels fitting to say it now, surrounded by celebration and good tidings.
"It is everything I wanted and more," they sigh, a wisp of a thing that carries a euphoric peace unmistakable to any who hear it. Free of human shackles at last. They squeeze Sam's hands enough for him to feel it, and the tactile creature lays their cheek upon his shoulder as they sway around. "You gave me freedom and family as equally as our Goddess. Thank you, Sam." It is a weighted sentiment, and yet it feels fitting to say it now, surrounded by celebration and good tidings.
For Justice knows the balance and your case cannot be won
By pressing down the scales with your own thumb
By pressing down the scales with your own thumb
