Ni'Srilan: The Desert: as above so below i imagine

Absent minded, absent life.

Hollow.

Oh, there it goes. Someone hit the play button; I've been on pause for a while now.

Fantome, the ghost, the spy, the ex-Andarian. Me, Triggerphish, the undrownable, the martyr, the pretend prophet, the con, the came-from-Solira. Traitors, liars, fakes. Fukked over.

I nodded, refocused, returned to this world.

Yea.

Oh. Well. Thats not much to leave him with, now is it? Spies knew names, and details, but couldn't always put it to a face. Scholars needed to know faces, know how to please.

Being intelligent was a plus, but most the other scholars seemed like flower picking hippies to me.

I wasn't that. I would never be that.

But only a traitor because the faggish king and queen don't know me and decided they knew the story.

Yup. Me, the gay man, calling Saphira and Marshall fags.

I imagine if that slips out (luckily Fantome doesn't read minds (ugh what a headache)) someone would sniffle about their feelings being hurt.