Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
“A good question,” and one Lena had never understood in particular. “About two years ago, supposedly she allowed the Ascended to fight and destroy them, but from what I’ve heard, it may not have been entirely successful.” Hadn’t there been something about one breaching Halo? She glanced back at Lilliane, a slight furrow beginning at her brows. “Why would they be allowed to harm anyone at all?” Why, and how, was that okay? For hundreds of years? Until the people of the Hollowed Grounds simply accepted it?
The Caretaker couldn’t be certain about the second inquiry, and she hadn’t been an individual to consort with the Ascended very often to ask such things. “Well, she has created her own demigods.” Who was to say that those notions weren’t experiments? “And spread disease. Something called the Blight.” On reflex, she turned back to the railing, leaning against the wooden surface once more, wondering how they’d gotten to this point. “I don’t, and I can’t speak for her or why she would choose such things. Some of them seem beyond cruel.”
The Caretaker couldn’t be certain about the second inquiry, and she hadn’t been an individual to consort with the Ascended very often to ask such things. “Well, she has created her own demigods.” Who was to say that those notions weren’t experiments? “And spread disease. Something called the Blight.” On reflex, she turned back to the railing, leaning against the wooden surface once more, wondering how they’d gotten to this point. “I don’t, and I can’t speak for her or why she would choose such things. Some of them seem beyond cruel.”
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
