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. ]

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[Private]

[omaera]

[Oh, she knows. She saw you say it.]

Are you sure? You're a person.

[Private]

[godsays]

Maybe not your kind of person.

[Private]

[omaera]

[Again, a... change. Her voice cools, her posture going closed off and almost subtly angry.] What kind of person are you supposed to be, then?

[Private]

[godsays]

[ Considers this. ]

I don't know.

[ It's an honest answer. ]