“You all have this foolish illusion of choice, of divine love,” Judith says. “It keeps you alive, and kills you, too.” She hums descending notes, the sound echoing in the hollow of the gorge. “But if you insist. Very well.”
“You all have this foolish illusion of choice, of divine love,” Judith says. “It keeps you alive, and kills you, too.” She hums descending notes, the sound echoing in the hollow of the gorge. “But if you insist. Very well.”