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Peanut Butter - Air
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Timeframe : 1277
They’re seated on a bench, side by side, across from the bier that holds the still lifeless body of Sethan’s construct. In the grey morning light, the doll is all the more disturbing, with its rubbery pink flesh and vacant eyes, and Sham finds he can’t take his eyes from it for fear it might do something. What a fabricated woman is likely to do on its own, he hasn’t managed to put his finger on yet, but he’d rather it not happen while he’s turned the other way.
“Uncle Kairn?” he says, because he still hasn’t quite made up his mind about the day’s agenda. “All those years we were hiding. Were you really keeping my father away from me? Or were you keeping him away from you?”
The man beside him turns, one shaggy brow raised. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Sham shrugs, unsure how to put it into words. “He says jump, you ask how high. He brings out this…this thing and tells us we’re going to put a god in it. And you tell me it’s my choice, but you… you want me to do this, don’t you?”
Uncle Kairn sighs, and that one breath speaks of years of exhaustion. “If it will save him…” he says, more to himself than to Sham.
“That’s where you were the last five years, isn’t it? With him? Building this?”
His uncle only nods.
“So, what is he, Uncle Kairn? Is he my friend or my enemy?”
Kairn sort of laughs at that, like he’s not really sure what else to do. “I suppose he’s both.”
Main entry
Timeframe : 1277
They’re seated on a bench, side by side, across from the bier that holds the still lifeless body of Sethan’s construct. In the grey morning light, the doll is all the more disturbing, with its rubbery pink flesh and vacant eyes, and Sham finds he can’t take his eyes from it for fear it might do something. What a fabricated woman is likely to do on its own, he hasn’t managed to put his finger on yet, but he’d rather it not happen while he’s turned the other way.
“Uncle Kairn?” he says, because he still hasn’t quite made up his mind about the day’s agenda. “All those years we were hiding. Were you really keeping my father away from me? Or were you keeping him away from you?”
The man beside him turns, one shaggy brow raised. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Sham shrugs, unsure how to put it into words. “He says jump, you ask how high. He brings out this…this thing and tells us we’re going to put a god in it. And you tell me it’s my choice, but you… you want me to do this, don’t you?”
Uncle Kairn sighs, and that one breath speaks of years of exhaustion. “If it will save him…” he says, more to himself than to Sham.
“That’s where you were the last five years, isn’t it? With him? Building this?”
His uncle only nods.
“So, what is he, Uncle Kairn? Is he my friend or my enemy?”
Kairn sort of laughs at that, like he’s not really sure what else to do. “I suppose he’s both.”