You're right, I'm sorry. We never came to a conclusion on her nature.
[ And how could they, really? Contamination is just as viable of a theory as the will of a new god, though there's a slender holding around his heart where doubt curls in alluring shapes. Where hurt has been transmuted into hope, or something like it — this is not a dream and yet a dead man walks, so very alive. (And causing problems...)
Silent a moment, his motions slow. His hand moves from his side to the plane of his neck. Is he still scarred, he wonders? Beneath the fur. ]
Did you give anything in the cathedral, Agent Choi?
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You're right, I'm sorry. We never came to a conclusion on her nature.
[ And how could they, really? Contamination is just as viable of a theory as the will of a new god, though there's a slender holding around his heart where doubt curls in alluring shapes. Where hurt has been transmuted into hope, or something like it — this is not a dream and yet a dead man walks, so very alive. (And causing problems...)
Silent a moment, his motions slow. His hand moves from his side to the plane of his neck. Is he still scarred, he wonders? Beneath the fur. ]
Did you give anything in the cathedral, Agent Choi?