Stewing in the potential
ridiculous
behavior of this world’s deities, I scarf down the other rolls. Despite probably hearing every motion and
emotion
in my form... Edgar says nothing.
It’s not something I can just come out and
talk
about anyway, so I sigh while shifting my totes around.
"I’m actually on my way to make an appointment, but I need to find an electronics store first. My phone died and I... have no way to charge it."
"Ah, the tragedy of modern times."
His tone was
gently
teasing.
"There’s a good shop by the lake. Welken’s. Run by a couple who’ve been in business since calculators were cutting-edge. They won’t overcharge you like the big places... but if his wife is there she might talk you into more than you came in for."
Great. Because what I need is someone
helping
convince me to spend the money...
Still, I find it interesting that such
different
personalities recommended the same place. It must be
rather well known
here.
Opening the system map, I see a road near the
body of water
on one side of the town has a marker now. An area I haven’t
explored
.
Kind of far from the
clinic...
but it’s not like I have to be there
waiting
right when they open!
"I appreciate the recommendation. Though I feel like I’m using you for this too much, you told me about that pawnshop as well."
We sat in comfortable silence after I said this. Watching the birds
squabble
over the last crumbs... though I guess he is just
listening
to them.
Finally, Edgar spoke out again.
"You know, Citra, I’ve found something interesting about life in this city."
"What’s that?"
"Sometimes the things we resist most stubbornly are exactly what we need."
The words landed like the battering horns of a
ram shifter
against my heart. Immediately forcing me into thinking of
Kyrie
.
He tilted his head with those
too dark glasses
looking at me. As if seeing... or listening to something I
couldn’t
hear
.
"Not always, of course. Resistance can be a wisdom of its own. But sometimes... the choices we think are wise to avoid because they never worked out before..."
He let the thought trail off while
massaging
his hand. The digits looked
locked
with age and wear.
> Or possibly some sort of human sickness. As she lay dying. Thank the Goddesses, it isn’t the wife... <