Archimedes is quiet. that is one of the first things he discovered a few nights ago, late, when few souls wandered aimelessly about. alongside the quiet is the fact that it reminds him of home. Okhema and Castrum Kremnos are far away, beyond his reach. he is left here, stripped of strife, and left to his own devices. it's......odd. as far as he knows, not even Aglaea's golden strings reach into the crevices of this place. he is no stranger to being displaced but it's a lie to act as if it didn't bother him.
but that irritation briefly settles in the shadows of the Church of Onoma. he lingers outside the doorway, arms crossed, back resting against the stone as the mumbles of the service inside filter through the cracks in the stone. it seems he wasn't the only one drawn to this place, as he's taken notice of the woman who has lingered as long as he has.
" They talk of fulfilling the wishes of their chosen 'Prophet' when they come." he begins, eyes closing for a moment. " They don't understand the cost of their gods' wishes."
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"I-Is that so? I never thought of it that way..."
For being someone that certainly had their fair share of followers Ereshkigal didn't quite understand what compelled her to visit the Church. Maybe it was to try and get a better understanding of those who had been here far longer then she has and use their knowledge to start forming her own thoughts. Because without that in the moment she was hopelessly lost.
"It's not something I thought would honestly exist here. Going in to bother them didn't seem like the right thing to do but the more they talk the more I want to know just what keeps them conversing like that."
Some might think it was a cult but the servant wouldn't have gone that far. Not yet at least...
"I guess you've had experiences with a subject like this before?"
