( ...faulty, frightened human memory. Of course. Look at him, shivered like a twig. Aren't they all? Humans, petrified of what they do not understand. Of what will come for them, irrespective of their consent.
Death. )
I care. Bodies... are more difficult. In numbers. But... a dozen. A little more. Should be agreeable. ( He speaks in the way of a mother soothing a babe, putting them to rest. Appeased. Considering. Then, with a careful wave: )
Tell Deimar a dozen is... acceptable. Though, of course, an import tax. ( A sly smile, truly. ) How could I resist?
no subject
( ...faulty, frightened human memory. Of course. Look at him, shivered like a twig. Aren't they all? Humans, petrified of what they do not understand. Of what will come for them, irrespective of their consent.
Death. )
I care. Bodies... are more difficult. In numbers. But... a dozen. A little more. Should be agreeable. ( He speaks in the way of a mother soothing a babe, putting them to rest. Appeased. Considering. Then, with a careful wave: )
Tell Deimar a dozen is... acceptable. Though, of course, an import tax. ( A sly smile, truly. ) How could I resist?