"Your doubt is unbecoming, Nate."
The Voice's tone is warm, almost playful, ringing from within the stones before she appears in a crackle of ozone and static.
"After all this time, do you not think I would come to you unless there was a very good reason?"
She has noted Sunjata, offering him a brief nod of acknowledgement, but her electric eyes are all for Nate. Reaching out for the Lone Ranger, her hands cup his cheeks as if to get a good look at his face, to check her own work on his eye.
"It is very good to see you, Nate," she murmurs. Although the demigod might not feel pain or pleasure, hot or cold, he will feel a pulse of warmth and calm, of belonging, and the Voice releases him only a moment later to hover within the stones.
The Voice's tone is warm, almost playful, ringing from within the stones before she appears in a crackle of ozone and static.
"After all this time, do you not think I would come to you unless there was a very good reason?"
She has noted Sunjata, offering him a brief nod of acknowledgement, but her electric eyes are all for Nate. Reaching out for the Lone Ranger, her hands cup his cheeks as if to get a good look at his face, to check her own work on his eye.
"It is very good to see you, Nate," she murmurs. Although the demigod might not feel pain or pleasure, hot or cold, he will feel a pulse of warmth and calm, of belonging, and the Voice releases him only a moment later to hover within the stones.
the VOICE
