What ridiculous names the gods carried. Hope. Fear. Rage. Delight. As if any of them were truly these emotions they claimed to be. Did they embody those emotions? Or did they merely feed off a single one? He hadn't met any of them, yet, to ask this question.
Or the other one million questions queueing up.
"Then I will ask Hope. If he doesn't want to tell us, he can at least give us the means of understanding for ourselves." Why doesn't he want to tell them?
Laurent grinds his teeth in frustration. So much limitation put on them in this place. It's not a city. It's not a cave. It is a prison.
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What ridiculous names the gods carried. Hope. Fear. Rage. Delight. As if any of them were truly these emotions they claimed to be. Did they embody those emotions? Or did they merely feed off a single one? He hadn't met any of them, yet, to ask this question.
Or the other one million questions queueing up.
"Then I will ask Hope. If he doesn't want to tell us, he can at least give us the means of understanding for ourselves." Why doesn't he want to tell them?
Laurent grinds his teeth in frustration. So much limitation put on them in this place. It's not a city. It's not a cave. It is a prison.
"Have you found anything of interest yet?"