( She stills, hand paralyzed over the fire that breathes on her fingertips, until it threatens to burn — and she withdraws her palm, as if it were not her own, and she struggles to understand where her pains originated. )
Raise the... ( What does he mean to tell him? She stares at Wrathion as he too were unexpected and new. ) Raise the meat over the flame.
( Yes. A start, there. Let them start. ) What does Hyang-Won know? He was born in Waihu. They know nothing there. Haven't you seen? They have no gods, no faith. No honour. Nothing. Of course, he... supposes. The righteous path is wrong. It is... superstition.
( She struggles, for a moment, with overcoming the word. Perseveres. ) What is 'superstition'? Only a suspension of disbelief. Only faith. If you have no faith, how can you believe?
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Raise the... ( What does he mean to tell him? She stares at Wrathion as he too were unexpected and new. ) Raise the meat over the flame.
( Yes. A start, there. Let them start. ) What does Hyang-Won know? He was born in Waihu. They know nothing there. Haven't you seen? They have no gods, no faith. No honour. Nothing. Of course, he... supposes. The righteous path is wrong. It is... superstition.
( She struggles, for a moment, with overcoming the word. Perseveres. ) What is 'superstition'? Only a suspension of disbelief. Only faith. If you have no faith, how can you believe?