07-21-2017, 09:43 AM
"That was the question he asked, Will," Margot reminded in a tone of scholarly scolding and cast a brief glance back up toward him.
Before, when he'd been talking, she was watching the flow of traffic in the street while listening. When his voice had dropped to speak of the Keeper, her attention sharpened in a way that felt much like an arrow quickly pulling tension into a bow string. She'd kept looking ahead, but strained to hear what this Keeper had to say, and made a bright neon mental flag to bring the subject up with him later.
For now, though, she stuck to scolding and the subject of the Gauntlet, and looked over to their conditional mentor in things of the Spirit to speak herself.
"We're born to physical bodies, on this side of the Gauntlet. The Realm of the Spirit might crave us back, but that doesn't mean that we belong there. There are... some impressive impressions of humanity left on the Umbra that continue to echo, but besides them, where does our spirit go when it dies? Not to join the others that live right on the other side. Death isn't a rejoining, you can't reach a dead soul's destination just by Crossing Over."
Her heavy brow hunkered partway toward her eyes, and she looked almost as though she suspected the thought of belonging to the spirits as being some kind of trap, or Ponzi scheme.
Before, when he'd been talking, she was watching the flow of traffic in the street while listening. When his voice had dropped to speak of the Keeper, her attention sharpened in a way that felt much like an arrow quickly pulling tension into a bow string. She'd kept looking ahead, but strained to hear what this Keeper had to say, and made a bright neon mental flag to bring the subject up with him later.
For now, though, she stuck to scolding and the subject of the Gauntlet, and looked over to their conditional mentor in things of the Spirit to speak herself.
"We're born to physical bodies, on this side of the Gauntlet. The Realm of the Spirit might crave us back, but that doesn't mean that we belong there. There are... some impressive impressions of humanity left on the Umbra that continue to echo, but besides them, where does our spirit go when it dies? Not to join the others that live right on the other side. Death isn't a rejoining, you can't reach a dead soul's destination just by Crossing Over."
Her heavy brow hunkered partway toward her eyes, and she looked almost as though she suspected the thought of belonging to the spirits as being some kind of trap, or Ponzi scheme.