[Do the dead dream? Hayame almost doubts it, until she remembers… that the way she always thinks about this process is inherently flawed. In Horos, in this place… The shardbearers didn’t die just because their body did. Somehow. Liem hadn’t been dead, he had been… a hunk of crystal without a mouth to speak or limbs to move. A “soul”. And “souls” didn’t die easily.
Supposedly.]
Are you prophet as well as priest?
[But she’s still looking at him. To him, for more information on this “dream”, her fingers hovering near the cracked shard in her sash.]
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[Do the dead dream? Hayame almost doubts it, until she remembers… that the way she always thinks about this process is inherently flawed. In Horos, in this place… The shardbearers didn’t die just because their body did. Somehow. Liem hadn’t been dead, he had been… a hunk of crystal without a mouth to speak or limbs to move. A “soul”. And “souls” didn’t die easily.
Supposedly.]
Are you prophet as well as priest?
[But she’s still looking at him. To him, for more information on this “dream”, her fingers hovering near the cracked shard in her sash.]