[thread] Flaws In Your Reality
Aligoté sat down on the edge of the empty fountain in the main plaza, having spent the last hour walking around the walled-in city. He had finally come to the conclusion that Sacy was not among the smattering of people present here. This perplexed him, because he'd been positive that...
Well, perhaps it was for the best, this didn't look like a place she'd enjoy anyway.
But his mind was also on other things. Mainly, the two young women who'd come up to him proclaiming to be his daughters. There wasn't any room for doubt in his mind that they were mistaken -- after all, he'd only had a human form for less than five years, so that automatically disproved them.
Yet their expressions when he'd told them that... they'd been so genuinely upset and bewildered by his denial... and then what the younger one said had all but stolen the breath right out of him.
"You're wrong. You're so very wrong... but we'll fix it. I swear it on your real name, Father."
Could it be a coincidence? That seemed impossible, the odds a million to one. But how could that girl have known? He'd never told anyone, not even Sacy!
The more he thought about it, the more bothered he became.
Well, perhaps it was for the best, this didn't look like a place she'd enjoy anyway.
But his mind was also on other things. Mainly, the two young women who'd come up to him proclaiming to be his daughters. There wasn't any room for doubt in his mind that they were mistaken -- after all, he'd only had a human form for less than five years, so that automatically disproved them.
Yet their expressions when he'd told them that... they'd been so genuinely upset and bewildered by his denial... and then what the younger one said had all but stolen the breath right out of him.
"You're wrong. You're so very wrong... but we'll fix it. I swear it on your real name, Father."
Could it be a coincidence? That seemed impossible, the odds a million to one. But how could that girl have known? He'd never told anyone, not even Sacy!
The more he thought about it, the more bothered he became.