♕ |[102]| Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.

[had_not_lived]

I'm missing books. Not all of them, but enough of them that I can tell, though I'm not sure what all of them were. Not in the shop-- or maybe there too, but it's harder to tell-- but from our shelves at home.

I don't think it can be a curse, really, after the weekend, but I think maybe those things took them.

Is that crazy? I don't know anymore when something is, I think.

I really hope I get them back, though.

Comments

[deadmanbusiness]

Paranoia is always helpful.

People are dying?

[had_not_lived]

That was your idea. You said it was a plot to kill whoever was working against the Deities.

[deadmanbusiness]

I did.

But I'm also paranoid.

[had_not_lived]

Maybe you'll think it's naive, but I don't want to be that way. Thinking the worst of things.

[deadmanbusiness]

Life would be nice if I could think like that.

[had_not_lived]

You're the only one who can change how you look at things.

[deadmanbusiness]

Yes, but you see. They really are out to get me.

[had_not_lived]

I don't think they're out to get any of us more than others.

[deadmanbusiness]

Nah. I mean back home, they're really out to get me. So, I'm not very interested in putting down my guard here.

And some of us are powerful enough to make them worried, I'm sure.

[had_not_lived]

But life in the City is... Well, its own world. It doesn't matter what you were or might have been at home. It's a chance to change everything you want to change.

I don't think the Deities are honestly worried about any of us, or they wouldn't have brought us here. Anyone here who could overthrow them would probably have found their way home already.