[There is no denying it. At the question, it can only bow its head slightly in acknowledgement that yes… he had gotten lost, deep in the mind hidden behind the skull-like face and pale eyes and body that did not breathe or seem to really react at all to outside stimulus. There is only the aching… and that comes from within, in that part of his chest where a heart might be.
But the man he was speaking to… had been speaking to, yes, they had been speaking…
He suggests so much with so few words. That this woman Yima would know his thoughts and desires before he made them know, that Shiva might already be in this place but in that strange form-]
Please,
[It begins with supplication, without pride.]
Will you tell me more of this Yima… ?
[It cannot be the Mother of the Black Children… but could she be… similar? Would he even be able to hear her voice? Or had he already, before he’d clawed his way out from an impromptu grave?]
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But the man he was speaking to… had been speaking to, yes, they had been speaking…
He suggests so much with so few words. That this woman Yima would know his thoughts and desires before he made them know, that Shiva might already be in this place but in that strange form-]
Please,
[It begins with supplication, without pride.]
Will you tell me more of this Yima… ?
[It cannot be the Mother of the Black Children… but could she be… similar? Would he even be able to hear her voice? Or had he already, before he’d clawed his way out from an impromptu grave?]