"I refuse to believe that." She said it with a certainty that surprised even herself. After all, she wanted to be realistic. And there was definitely nothing in the lore to back up her confidence.
Still.
"If God made us, then he, she, or it created angels too. And everything he, she, or it made can die. Somehow."
Somehow.
She lost steam with that one word. It was the tantalizing promise she'd been chasing after her whole life. Unlife. Both. The idea that somehow there was a perfect possible future open to her. If only she could make the right deals, find the right friends, stick close to her family and behave like a good, little Palmer.
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Date: 2016-02-25 04:15 am (UTC)Still.
"If God made us, then he, she, or it created angels too. And everything he, she, or it made can die. Somehow."
Somehow.
She lost steam with that one word. It was the tantalizing promise she'd been chasing after her whole life. Unlife. Both. The idea that somehow there was a perfect possible future open to her. If only she could make the right deals, find the right friends, stick close to her family and behave like a good, little Palmer.