⟪ she inclines her head with a smile at the first part, all agreement – this is rather why there are, at the end of the day, only so many priests. to read the flames is to be shown glimpses of fate, falling apart and intertwining and ever-changing. to make something of the revelation is an art few master. ⟫

I belong to God, mind and body and soul. How could this be true if I would tie myself to a place, call it mine, and long for it?

⟪ even the concept of a 'self' that is not an instrument of his will is near-absurd. there are many things she has been granted: pleasures, safety, a life and comforts far, far from what a slave girl would have dared dream of, if only she would have hardly lived to see adulthood without his intervention. ⟫

I must return to the world I hail from, but that is hardly the same as a home, is it?