I will only complicate you. Trust in me and fall as well.

[lilith_qliphah]

Tuesday, September 1st
Day 93
EveningI do not bother to draw my form back together after I leave the Grindhouse, instead I remain as desert air drifting over the carnival, simply enjoying not being contained in human form for awhile. I did not look for Zann immediately after I left but I know perhaps only a day has past between then and now and

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[al_shairan]

I feel the tension in her, all that fine noble sentiment wound up defensively.

"Humankind is so very good at defending itself," I observe. "Almost as good as it is at destroying itself. Really, I barely needed to lift a finger during the Apocalypse." I smile a little at that. Watching humanity tear itself apart - well, it was like Zann's little music box in macrocosm.

"Do you think that the reaching's love?"

Of course it is love. What do you think you were made for? Love like poison; love like the end of days. But I just smile placidly and say nothing to that, for I do not have to reply to every question, and Zann has asked many. Her curiosity is like a flame. I wonder what a tightrope she would walk with that flame behind her.

"And we make poetry. And gods. Did we make you? Or--Him, did we make Him?"She is looking upward, and I laugh. The very idea of owing my being to her, to them

[al_shairan]

I smile at Zann. The girl does have quite the gift for perceptive questions, for feeling under the edges of things.

"Perhaps," I say, "because sometimes it is better to feel irritated or angry with humans than to feel anger about other things." I pause. "And it was just after our friend Lily came to Excolo. It had been some time since I had seen her last, and it put me in the humour for distraction." I take her hand. "I will take care of myself, yes. I always do. You do the same; it would be a shame to let your pretty brain go to waste." I let go of her hand and walk down with her to the door. Outside the night air is crisp, and the stars are like stone.

[tereixa_zann]

"Perhaps, because sometimes it is better to feel irritated or angry with humans than to feel anger about other things." And if that isn't a pattern people follow often enough, I don't know what is. "I will take care of myself, yes. I always do. You do the same; it would be a shame to let your pretty brain go to waste." Grin up at him and run on hand through what there is of my hair.

"Will do." Pull the collar of my jacket up with one hand, cradling the blueprint with the other, and looking at how gently the moonlight picks out maybe a quarter of what the sun could if it were out. "Hey," I say suddenly, "thanks for the cigarette and the blueprint, you know?" Duck in and give him a quick one-armed hug, and then stuff my free hand in my pocket and start out across the grass, not-quite skipping in the night, and head back to the Carnival.