001 + 1st Metal / Voice

[godsays]

[ There are a dozen things he wants to ask. But questions, he knows too well, are a sign of weakness. Like baring one's neck, to another's teeth. Another's knife.

So he hesitates as soon as he starts the journal, stumbles over what he really wants to ask. Ends up blurting something he doesn't really want to say: ] Something told me I wasn't crazy.

[ And he backs up. No. ]

I'm not sure why I'm here.

[ Still too much to say. So he settles for a single question, one that's a trivial issue on his mind: ]

What's a 'shower'?

[ The Final Empire isn't much for internal plumbing. Or running water. ]

Comments

[godsays]

Why are you so willing to help?

[strangehistorian]

When I first arrived, no one explained anything to me. The first port caught me by surprise. It was... unpleasant. If I can prevent that from happening to anyone else, that's good enough for me!

[godsays]

Oh.

[ A pause. He considers thanking her, but the words feel too distant to summon to his tongue. It doesn't come easily to him. ]

[strangehistorian]

[Chromie just beams and curtseys - then vanishes in a pop of metallic sparks.]