They meet at a place of prayer, on a planet, in a world. Blue and brown and blond and blue. They don't try to stare down one another. Each one knows she would win.
"I led armies to death."
"I almost wiped out the human race."
"A just cause."
One of them is older than Earth. The other is one of humanity's children.
"How did you come here?"
"I heard you worlds away."
"What worlds?"
Illyria tilts her head, as though listening to something far away. She does not answer the question.
So human, to use one's physical receptors to try to learn about something. So human, to be curious and unsure.
Six, despite herself, extends a hand to touch Illyria.
"You are not God."
They meet at a place of prayer, on a planet, in a world. Blue and brown and blond and blue. They don't try to stare down one another. Each one knows she would win.
"I led armies to death."
"I almost wiped out the human race."
"A just cause."
One of them is older than Earth. The other is one of humanity's children.
"How did you come here?"
"I heard you worlds away."
"What worlds?"
Illyria tilts her head, as though listening to something far away. She does not answer the question.
So human, to use one's physical receptors to try to learn about something. So human, to be curious and unsure.
Six, despite herself, extends a hand to touch Illyria.
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This totally sends shivers down my spine in just the right way.
I particularly love this:
They don't try to stare down one another. Each one knows she would win.
And the simultaneous disdain and hunger for humanity.
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My mind works in strange ways.
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