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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2017 12:42 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2017 3:59 pm
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Ezra didn't seem comfortable with being held still in any way, but he acquiesced to it. "I haven't," he said, defensively. "It's easier in the Court, you know what it is they expect of you, you know what you have to do." He was looking down at her hand in his as he spoke. "I've never been good at people. In the end it was always easier to force them to comply. I've been at this for most of my life, you know, I know that, that if Jeremiah isn't pushed he won't move, and if I get too close to anyone, then they die. Sunny makes sure of it."
Sitting quietly and letting Ezra talk always has worked pretty well. It's not surprising that this is the most informative he's ever been.
"Being on fire helped," he said. "It's going to be harder to do what I have to do now."
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2017 9:27 pm
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"Do you think that matters?" Ezra did pull away. He pushed his chair back and got up to pace. "Do you think you changed her fundamental nature? She was a being created to cage others. It started with the Enemy--a stupid name--and it stretched out to me, to Jeremiah, to you, and it won't stop until she's dead or the whole construct is destroyed. Her base nature is control." So was his, but he wasn't the topic at hand; Ezra knew what he was, had explained it, and now was explaining Sunny as well. "Rebranding doesn't change the product! Putting her in a cage doesn't change her nature, it changes the manifestation of it, and she will not appreciate it."
He looked back at his mothers, having come to a stop.
"You, and everyone who changed this world, are in grave danger from her," he said. "I don't intend to add to it."
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2017 9:54 pm
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"If all she wanted was to be free," said Ezra, calming just a little, "if that was all she wanted, I would give that to her. If I could." He took a deep breath, but his face in his hands. His right hand was an awful mottled mass of burn scars. He'd mostly kept it tucked up to his chest throughout their conversation. The reason why might have been obvious: even if he was no longer on fire, he still wasn't easy on the eyes. "I don't want to hurt you," he said. "I don't know how to make you understand. She's not a child. She's a, a magical construct, in the same way the deer triplets are. Except the deer triplets had a base in a living human, and she doesn't. The sigil created her out of whole cloth."
He said, "I don't know what to do."
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