It is true that this is not her favourite shrine, but for Locke? An Attuned come to pay his respects to the Ascended and their goddess? The Voice will make an exception. Crackling to life upon the altar, she will appear as if enrobed in electricity, and all light in the Temple seems like the deepest darkness, compared to her illumination.
"It was the right thing to do," she says softly, bowing her head in acceptance of his thanks. "A question and a proposition? Well, I simply must hear it." A touch of playfulness? A hint of challenge? Take it how you will, Locke.
"It was the right thing to do," she says softly, bowing her head in acceptance of his thanks. "A question and a proposition? Well, I simply must hear it." A touch of playfulness? A hint of challenge? Take it how you will, Locke.
the VOICE
