Rakitin nodded. "Yes, that's in agreement with what we've found."
The body and all that had been done to it had been set to rest. It was only information, now, to be treated with respect in honor of the spirit that had, for a while, called it home. Some lacked that respect, or inverted it. He'd seen them before.
There were those who, instead of following the grain or melding into the background, harmonious and neccessary, cut across from sheer perversity, considering any path they terminated to be further testimony to their own existence.
Everyone who came into contact with one of those had his way of dealing with it. It left marks. Ippolit knew that much personally.
The hornet had paused, expectant, a miniature violinist poised between movements of a symphony.
Nika had a point. They must have seen and experienced many unusal things. Eminently natural creatures, but of unnatural size, and no doubt of enhanced intelligence. Ippolit would have to learn their language, in a time with less urgency. He wondered if they had words for what it felt like to be part of a hive, or the texture of each kind of pollen.
If the bird would not sing, Ippolit would listen to the silence.
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Date: 2007-08-02 04:04 am (UTC)The body and all that had been done to it had been set to rest. It was only information, now, to be treated with respect in honor of the spirit that had, for a while, called it home. Some lacked that respect, or inverted it. He'd seen them before.
There were those who, instead of following the grain or melding into the background, harmonious and neccessary, cut across from sheer perversity, considering any path they terminated to be further testimony to their own existence.
Everyone who came into contact with one of those had his way of dealing with it. It left marks. Ippolit knew that much personally.
The hornet had paused, expectant, a miniature violinist poised between movements of a symphony.
Nika had a point. They must have seen and experienced many unusal things. Eminently natural creatures, but of unnatural size, and no doubt of enhanced intelligence. Ippolit would have to learn their language, in a time with less urgency. He wondered if they had words for what it felt like to be part of a hive, or the texture of each kind of pollen.
If the bird would not sing, Ippolit would listen to the silence.
"Please," Rakitin said, "go on."