Eyes dead. Locusts dead. The war ended. The war ended and the world went on and the Unearthed--what?
They'd been taken back, after everything they'd done, all that had happened to them?
He has so many more questions but that's a tone and a posture he recognizes. One, then.
"Dukh. What's the name his mother gave him?"
Outsiders called it a shrike's true name and there were books of them in distribution--had been, for centuries--for all they'd tried to prevent it. (But all their names were true, to the one who'd bestowed them.)
No reason that should've changed, in a century more.
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Eyes dead. Locusts dead. The war ended. The war ended and the world went on and the Unearthed--what?
They'd been taken back, after everything they'd done, all that had happened to them?
He has so many more questions but that's a tone and a posture he recognizes. One, then.
"Dukh. What's the name his mother gave him?"
Outsiders called it a shrike's true name and there were books of them in distribution--had been, for centuries--for all they'd tried to prevent it. (But all their names were true, to the one who'd bestowed them.)
No reason that should've changed, in a century more.