"Well, I don't think she's going to be answering right now," Loki says, glancing at the head tucked under his arm, brow quirking at his own grim joke. "But I'll certainly keep the question in mind."
"I suppose Death is prepared for us all," he adds mildly, though he's not sure Pelsor is being quite that philosophical. "Even the gods perish, at the end of things."
The Nexus is a kind of insane quantum-mechanical singularity. People from thousands of adjoining universes come here and dwell and play, sometimes set down the squabbles and vengeance they bring from their own worlds, sometimes carry them at their sides despite the change of venue, but in the end no one knows what created this place, what power sustains it, or why it is the way it is. A year from now, a minute from now, the whole place might go unstable and collapse, might decide to become hostile to all carbon-based beings, might become a lake of magma rather than a chilly winter world. But living things are reckless, and they will stay here, and build lives here, regardless.
None of them should be taking the place for granted. It's stupid, really. He likes that about it.
He has so many more questions for Pelsor, but to linger now would be to court failure. He can be annoying later, if it seems like an effective tactic. He is playing diplomat now, and he bows to her once more. "For now, then, I take my leave, Baroness. But I look forward to speaking with you once more."
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"I suppose Death is prepared for us all," he adds mildly, though he's not sure Pelsor is being quite that philosophical. "Even the gods perish, at the end of things."
The Nexus is a kind of insane quantum-mechanical singularity. People from thousands of adjoining universes come here and dwell and play, sometimes set down the squabbles and vengeance they bring from their own worlds, sometimes carry them at their sides despite the change of venue, but in the end no one knows what created this place, what power sustains it, or why it is the way it is. A year from now, a minute from now, the whole place might go unstable and collapse, might decide to become hostile to all carbon-based beings, might become a lake of magma rather than a chilly winter world. But living things are reckless, and they will stay here, and build lives here, regardless.
None of them should be taking the place for granted. It's stupid, really. He likes that about it.
He has so many more questions for Pelsor, but to linger now would be to court failure. He can be annoying later, if it seems like an effective tactic. He is playing diplomat now, and he bows to her once more. "For now, then, I take my leave, Baroness. But I look forward to speaking with you once more."