All Fall Down

[tezcatl_ipoca]

I felt her die, the girl. Beginning.

The end of worlds. Part of me knows this. But there's always been another after, and this time there won't be. And I should be glad. But the part of me that's young and saw some of the world with the Carnival and had that day with Brant and loves - too many people - I don't know. But I am tired. So tired

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[al_shairan]

Matters have not been proceeding as smoothly as I intended

[tezcatl_ipoca]

"I have come," I say, very simply. I look at him, the set of his face. Maybe once I would have read it more easily. "How goes the night?" In spite of everything, I'm glad he's wearing that face.

[al_shairan]

"You hardly look like a god at all, now," I say, without venom. "I wondered if at the end you might be more of the Night Wind. But you are Micah." And I was Brant, in his arms.

I lookout over the fields.

"It is going less smoothly than I wanted. And so I am going hunting for Management's child. You can come too, if you wish."

[tezcatl_ipoca]

"I am all of me," I say, quite peaceably, "at different times. And it is not the end yet." He is not the Brant he was.

"It is going less smoothly than I wanted. And so I am going hunting for Management's child. You can come too, if you wish."

I feel everything in me sharpen then. Management. "If it will hurt them," I say, "I will come. I will help, if you want it. Is it Management's doing, then, that it's not going smoothly?" I want to touch his face. I don't. "I can feel her in the rain," I say. "The goddess." I can't remember her name now. "The town is fighting back." Am I the only one with him? And I am not even here for his cause, in the end, which would be a shame to what I was; simply for him.

I tilt my head a little: "I understand hunting." I do, in all my selves.