[ Sebille is silent for a few moments. And then, quietly: ] That it can.
[ She knows it. Lived it, in the dark, in the silence. In the song. In the nights where she was expected to do so much violence without argument. She shifts somewhat, not lost in memory but lost in thought, considering. She isn't one to openly apologize immediately, not off the cuff, but she lets the quiet linger by way of condolence, commiserating even if she doesn't speak it aloud.
It sounds like the other Summoned are beholden to a master of sorts here, too, between the cosmic forces of the Singularity and the territories that have bound them in ritual. Something to ponder later, she guesses, as she tries to untangle where one ends and where another begins. It might look suspicious to ask too many questions at once. There is small comfort in the idea that she might return home to finish her task. When that might be and if something will have happened in the meantime... That's anyone's guess. Perhaps divinity will truly be out of her reach; perhaps this was a kind of divine intervention on its own.
She considers Julie again, brows raised, something between surprise and genuine awe on her features. ] It...likes you?
[ What an odd way to anthropomorphize it, she supposes, but Julie knows better than she; she won't question it. And it makes sense, at least, in context. If the territories are bending and twisting the rules of the Singularity, then it's no better than people intentionally trying to twist Source for their own reasons. And she knows well enough what good intentions bring forth from the tiny fissures opened up.
She chews absently at a corner of her lip. ] How would one keep it calm and stable? Can you...communicate with it in a way that both you and...whatever it is understands you?
[ Again, not so far-fetched. But it makes her wonder if the Singularity isn't hiding something else within its depths, something more dangerous. ]
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[ She knows it. Lived it, in the dark, in the silence. In the song. In the nights where she was expected to do so much violence without argument. She shifts somewhat, not lost in memory but lost in thought, considering. She isn't one to openly apologize immediately, not off the cuff, but she lets the quiet linger by way of condolence, commiserating even if she doesn't speak it aloud.
It sounds like the other Summoned are beholden to a master of sorts here, too, between the cosmic forces of the Singularity and the territories that have bound them in ritual. Something to ponder later, she guesses, as she tries to untangle where one ends and where another begins. It might look suspicious to ask too many questions at once. There is small comfort in the idea that she might return home to finish her task. When that might be and if something will have happened in the meantime... That's anyone's guess. Perhaps divinity will truly be out of her reach; perhaps this was a kind of divine intervention on its own.
She considers Julie again, brows raised, something between surprise and genuine awe on her features. ] It...likes you?
[ What an odd way to anthropomorphize it, she supposes, but Julie knows better than she; she won't question it. And it makes sense, at least, in context. If the territories are bending and twisting the rules of the Singularity, then it's no better than people intentionally trying to twist Source for their own reasons. And she knows well enough what good intentions bring forth from the tiny fissures opened up.
She chews absently at a corner of her lip. ] How would one keep it calm and stable? Can you...communicate with it in a way that both you and...whatever it is understands you?
[ Again, not so far-fetched. But it makes her wonder if the Singularity isn't hiding something else within its depths, something more dangerous. ]