Masquerading minefields

the Voice The Voice shrugged, undeterred. "The world is constantly changing. Perhaps you need to update your definition of godliness." She said with a youthful shrug, not bothering to trace its motions as it made its way around her. Flinching with surprise as the mask narrowed around her, her lips trembled behind the white mask in a silent snarl. She ... registered the pressure, the narrowing, the control that Ludo possessed over the mask with an unhappy sort of resignation. As it dimmed and the un-masked creature grinned at her, the Voice tilted her head almost condescendingly as she gazed at Ludo, with a smile that revealed an ivory set of fangs. "As do I." She countered with a dark grin. "Once they are no more?" She scoffed. "You would like that, wouldn't you." Folding her hands into her lip, she regarded Ludo for a moment before shaking her head. "And why shouldn't I think that way? Why bother with all your pomp and mystery? Your rags, Frey's literal fuckery, Safrin with her fickle ways. What's the point of it all? My thinking might still be mortal, but I don't consider that a problem. At least I haven't forgotten what it was like to be one of them, what the point of all this was. Do you even know? Or do you just wile away the eons inside this bubble, stirring up chaos here and there and being content with having absolutely no purpose greater than being a glorified delivery service?" 01110111 01101000 01100001 01110100 00100000 01110111 01101001 01101100 01101100 00100000 01100010 01100101 00101100 00100000 01110111 01101001 01101100 01101100 00100000 01100010 01100101 00101110