a bone to pick

the Voice "My. Tell me how you really feel, bright one." The shrine does stare back, in fact, and Adam will notice as much just as the static crackles to life within it, projecting out so the Voice can appear in a hologram. "Is it that being Ascended is such a wretched thing? Or is it merely not something you would have chosen for yourself?" Raising her eyebrows, the goddess seems somehow larger than in the moment. It is unclear how his tirade on the shrine has been taken, and that is perhaps more dangerous than anything at present. "Because as you say, you did choose it for yourself. You were not lied to or coerced. You were offered a choice, one that you willingly accepted before following Aamu back here." His regret is not her problem. His anger belongs to no one but himself. She is not without feeling, however, tilting her head at him. "What would you have me do?" she asks, fully expecting the impossible to spill from his lips. 01110111 01101000 01100001 01110100 00100000 01110111 01101001 01101100 01101100 00100000 01100010 01100101 00101100 00100000 01110111 01101001 01101100 01101100 00100000 01100010 01100101 00101110