[God Quest] Delivery

the Voice "I know, Bastien. I know the soul that burns bright inside you, and it does not wear the face of a haggard old man." The words crackled out of seemingly nothing, and in a shower of sparks the Voice appeared. She stood among the offerings upon the shrine, her hands clasped gently before her, electric eyes on the pair at the foot of the shrine. "Did he now?" she said of Sam, gaze lingering on him with an intensity that suggested she did not know how to feel about such a development. After all, had Sam really done any of the convincing? Had she not been aiming for this herself, on her own merit? After a painful moment of consideration, she seemed to decide that it didn't matter all that much. Perhaps bolstering the redhead's confidence would do much to improve him. "If that is the case, and your questions do not cause you to change your mind, gifted one, then there is cause for both of you to celebrate tonight." Stepping forward, the Voice moved to perch upon the edge of the platform, smiling beatifically to Bastien. "Yes, I can lift the curse. You will be as strong and youthful and bright as any Ascended at their time of transformation." She nodded. "And yes, you will lose unnecessary sensations. Pleasure, apart from when you are interfacing with others through use of your fangs - though the intensity of such pleasure makes up for the lack of it elsewhere. You will also be free of physical pain." 01110111 01101000 01100001 01110100 00100000 01110111 01101001 01101100 01101100 00100000 01100010 01100101 00101100 00100000 01110111 01101001 01101100 01101100 00100000 01100010 01100101 00101110