Week 0, Friday Post-Invesitgation - Sandalphon

[fragileprophet]

[Ion's, uh, a little off balance right now. As soon as Fane, Varian, and Rebecca are done with him, he stumbles his way out in search of his partner. His whole body throbs in a dull ache, but his heart is in a much worse state. Stay close, he'd said. Not that this was his fault, but he feels terrible for the worry he may have caused nonetheless. His breath comes out in puffs as he finds the angel.]

Here I am! I'm so sorry!

[And he doesn't have his walking staff, so don't mind him as he immediately loses balance and collapses against the nearest piece of furniture, his knees buckling underneath him.]

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[fragileprophet]

[He's absolutely not wrong in that assessment.]

Only once, unfortunately. I shared with her a story from home. It would have been nice to have gotten the chance to get to know her better.

[melancoffeea]

[It must have been that time with the dragon. But to dwell on what would or could have been won't help either of them.]

What story was that?

[fragileprophet]

Oh...it was about Yulia, the founder of the Order of Lorelei, who was both hated and revered for her ability to see into the future.

[As he leans back against the headboard, Ion folds his hands over his stomach.]

[melancoffeea]

[Is that the Order to which Ion belongs? Sandalphon recalls the foreign terminology he's heard over their interactions. He's starting to get a vague understanding of the pieces.]

Lorelei . . . Is that your God?

[fragileprophet]

Yes. Technically speaking, Lorelei is the aggregate sentience of the seventh fonon.

[He pauses, recalling hie conversation with Fane, and how absolutely known to others these terms are, so he rephrases.]

That is, the spirit of sound. But because of the role fonons play in composing our world, he's worshiped as a God. And Yulia, who was able to speak with him and for him with her prophecies, was worshiped in turn as a living Goddess.

[melancoffeea]

[A living goddess? He'll never understand the logic of humans.]

Your role didn't sound so different from hers.

[He wonders, was Ion hated and revered too? Strange. Those who lead and guide should be loved, revered, and wanted by all. The ones who don't understand this are are foolish—and petty.]