Aᵁᴰᴵᴼ

[ancestor]

...Hello?

Hello. I am not supposed to be here. I am supposed to be—

[ The voice that speaks is so quiet it's nearly a whisper; quiet and lilting in a way reminiscent of whale song. Her words are cut short by a wavering intake of breath. When she speaks again it's with the fervent confusion of a person who has recently experienced something very traumatic and can't quite comprehend it. ]

I'm supposed to be... I'm dead? I'm meant to be dead. I remember it. I remember— It hurt. I remember that. It—hurts. They were all screaming. Everyone was—

All of them—

[ A small, choked sob. ]

My people.

I'm supposed to be with them.

Comments

[albatrossomen]

...



[She's not wrong.]

A valid point.

[ancestor]

Yes.

[ She knows she's right. ]


I should go.

[albatrossomen]

[The only addendum she missed is you don't actually have to be a deity.

He'll be keeping that to himself.]

Hm? Yes, probably. I apologize I could not be of more assistance.

[ancestor]

It's fine. It isn't a reflection upon you. I am simply beyond assistance.

[albatrossomen]

I shall leave you to it, then.