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she doesn't get it, at all

[digophelia]

[ an uncomfortable pause. ]

Why not? You should ask, I mean-

[ you're an old, old god. Even the elves had family and she's sure they didn't pop up. ]

[extramural]

I am not used to having this investment in the world, in people.

[ And now that he does... now that he does, the Void is creeping in ever-closer. ]

[digophelia]

Neither am I, but it isn't that all bad.

[ She knows. As weird as it is there's Wan unknown number of children by him and the siren, there is a genuine concern for him.

That's lost in cultural differences. ]

Is it?

[extramural]

I suppose we will see.

[digophelia]

Ah, you really are like my Cheshire Cat. No way is ever certain with you.

[ She doesn't sound as annoyed as she would be with the cat, only fond. It's why she's so fond of the Outsider. ]

[extramural]

Few things are ever certain, Alice.

[ But he sounds fond as well. ]

[digophelia]

They are.

[ This is an odd conversation, one that's already mortified her, but if she didn't feel so comfortable with him, she would have kept it short. ]

Sometimes uncertain things become clearer, in due time.

[extramural]

Perhaps I will ask. That does tend to make things less uncertain, should the other party be telling the truth.

[digophelia]

It's a lot to say, you know, it takes time.

[ This actually makes her feel sad. But the Outsider is a god, he should be fine. She hopes.

If he really understands any of it. ]

I'm afraid it won't make anything less uncertain -- if only a few things. It's a bit vexing, really, wondering what another thinks and feels, after so long your drawn to them more.

[extramural]

For once in my existence, it seems that time is something I do not have the luxury of. That none of us have the luxury of.

[digophelia]

Why not?

[extramural]

The End is coming.

[digophelia]

What do you mean?

[extramural]

Of this world. Of all worlds. All things.

I have felt it.

[digophelia]

[ Alice stammers as she starts to process that. ]

How? How can it be the end? What's going on?

[extramural]

The Void will swallow this world, and all worlds. The gods will go to war. Or so my vision would suggest.

[digophelia]

[ Visions?

Alice wants to pointedly argue against that, for her belief nothing is ever certain. Then again, who is she to argue with a god?

Unusually timid- ]

Nothing is ever certain, Outsider, yes? Nothing can be set in stone. Surely a vision can serve as a warning of the possible.

[extramural]

The gods going to war may happen regardless, if they feel that shackled to what they have seen. But it is coming. Whether it is allowed to come is something else entirely.

[ Ugh, being invested. ]

[digophelia]

Then all the more reason to keep these damn rocks in our chest.

[ She's starting to wonder if that damn cult had something to do with it. Why not? Didn't they want the sigils? The thought alone brings a slight pain in her chest. ]

I almost hesitant to wonder... was it their doing? The followers of Reynard?

[extramural]

The End? I doubt it. Could they have hastened it? Perhaps.

[digophelia]

Perhaps? Yes, why not? He said he wanted to end it.

[ The he would use that shard of hers, to bring back a witch. She doesn't like to admit how much that plays in her head, over and over. ]

[extramural]

Reynard was mad. He could have been referring to any number of things. It does not tell us now what to do.

[digophelia]

No.

[ She knows she shouldn't really vest her energy in it, she knows. It stirs her, it puts her back in that very spot to the point where reality is starting to crumble. Alice isn't in her body, she's on that cold ground, all over again. ]

But there are clues, though few.

[extramural]

And we will use them.

[digophelia]

That is why, I refuse to believe it will be the end. It will be the end of something, but not this world or any other worlds.

We will survive.