Quotes
In war, her father sometimes said, you might live, you might die. But if you panic, death is the only outcome.
“Stories,” she blurted. “The mosaic told stories, didn’t it?”
“Yes, old ones.”
“I’ll tell them to you.”
His eyes cracked open. He didn’t remember closing them. “You know those tales?”
“Yes.”
She didn’t. This became clear as she began to tell them. She knew bits and pieces, cobbled together in ways that would have made him smile if smiling didn’t hurt. “You,” he breathed, “are such a faker.”
“Don’t interrupt.”
Mostly pure invention. She remembered the images—it pleased him, how vividly she knew the temple floor’s details. Which god curled around which, or how the snake’s tongue forked into three. But the stories she told had little to do with his religion. Sometimes they didn’t even make sense.
“Do this again,” he said, “when I have strength to laugh.”
“As bad as that?”
“Mmm. Maybe not. For a Valorian.”
“Yes, old ones.”
“I’ll tell them to you.”
His eyes cracked open. He didn’t remember closing them. “You know those tales?”
“Yes.”
She didn’t. This became clear as she began to tell them. She knew bits and pieces, cobbled together in ways that would have made him smile if smiling didn’t hurt. “You,” he breathed, “are such a faker.”
“Don’t interrupt.”
Mostly pure invention. She remembered the images—it pleased him, how vividly she knew the temple floor’s details. Which god curled around which, or how the snake’s tongue forked into three. But the stories she told had little to do with his religion. Sometimes they didn’t even make sense.
“Do this again,” he said, “when I have strength to laugh.”
“As bad as that?”
“Mmm. Maybe not. For a Valorian.”
“You’re wrong. He loves me.”
Saying those words made him look so alone. He reminded her of sails curved by the wind, full and yet empty at the same time. She found that she was jealous of his god. The sudden jealousy held her so hard in its grip that she couldn’t breathe.
“It’s true,” Arin insisted.
She saw then that she had hurt him, that his god’s love was all the more precious to him because of his fear that he would find it nowhere else.
Saying those words made him look so alone. He reminded her of sails curved by the wind, full and yet empty at the same time. She found that she was jealous of his god. The sudden jealousy held her so hard in its grip that she couldn’t breathe.
“It’s true,” Arin insisted.
She saw then that she had hurt him, that his god’s love was all the more precious to him because of his fear that he would find it nowhere else.
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