( Spun, loose, unravelled. He watches the paper hawkishly in the younger man's hands, how it twists and coils and brings back nothing with it. No grand memories, no earth-shattering revelations.
Only grit between his teeth and ash in his mouth, and the same old, the same old. )
Old Ellethia wanted death undone. Immortality. Old Ellethia thought Taravast had it coming. Old Ellethia... what's it that young man said? The other one. Younger than you, you crone. ( But he's hardly waiting. ) And old Ellethia had the dead knock at its doors for it. Looks like they got in. Bastards.
( Never mind that. Never mind any of it. ) You tell them this, your people. Your buyers. All Ellethia wanted was a miracle. Same as any priest, same as any crook. Same as the doctors on the road. Just a miracle.
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( Spun, loose, unravelled. He watches the paper hawkishly in the younger man's hands, how it twists and coils and brings back nothing with it. No grand memories, no earth-shattering revelations.
Only grit between his teeth and ash in his mouth, and the same old, the same old. )
Old Ellethia wanted death undone. Immortality. Old Ellethia thought Taravast had it coming. Old Ellethia... what's it that young man said? The other one. Younger than you, you crone. ( But he's hardly waiting. ) And old Ellethia had the dead knock at its doors for it. Looks like they got in. Bastards.
( Never mind that. Never mind any of it. ) You tell them this, your people. Your buyers. All Ellethia wanted was a miracle. Same as any priest, same as any crook. Same as the doctors on the road. Just a miracle.