To Judge and be Judged
5th of July 2006 A.D.
"Gotta admit, I was surprised to learn you have a beautiful woman with great fashion sense trapped in the basement of your soul. Kinky!" You are not sure how you managed to string those words together without stuttering once, but the smile that accompanies it is mostly pride in having done so. Well... that and glancing between your lashes to see if you might have drawn more than a professional look.
"I do not think he is feeling amorous," Usum offers as Harry looks frozen, like you could tip him over with a feather as gram used to say.
"Darn it, what is it with everyone and using weird Harry-related words," you grumble at him as Harry reaches with a hand to his forehead as though unsure he he wants to massage away a headache or cover his eyes, maybe even both.
"Molly that's..." he stops then starts again. "I know you are not going to trust me as much once I tell you who that was, but you have to listen."
That is
so not what you wanted. Dropping your voice to w whisper because this is a lot more serious than joking about soul basements. "It's OK, Harry I know she is Lasciel, a kind of Lasciel as she put it because you would not take up the coin, I know how you got the coin and why, she explained a bunch of things."
"And you believed her?" You would be more offended at being called naive if he did not sound so strangled.
"Most of it was stuff you can confirm and for the rest of it I can just look with my Crown, she called it a 'flighty spark of intelectus' if that helps. I'm not going to just blow that on the spot, but I could so it would not have been worth it to her to lie just to get something in around the edges."
"Molly people a lot older and wiser than you have thought that of the Denarians have thought that and all of them came to a really bad end out of the bargain," he says gravely.
"You were listening to her, just now, when your eyes would slide off and..." you think back to Arctis Tor when he had been observing a tree. You had not caught him at it then, but if ever there was a time he would want the literal shoulder devil to weigh in it would be then. So you guess: "And at Arctis Tor too."
From the way he kind of rocks back a little and blinks, like you had thrown dust in his eyes or something it seems you had guessed aright.
"Yeah well who says I'm not done for kid?" he sighs. "I'd like to think I can hold out against the Nickleheads more than most, with what I've seen of them but..."
"No, no no," you cut him off, each syllable a little louder than the last. You catch yourself just in time, lowering the tone so it would not echo though the whole church, but the words come out anyway "I am so sick of hearing about people being inevitably damned, you because of Lasciel, warlocks because they broke the Laws of Magic. That is not now this works." You can feel your eyes start to itch with the start of tears, but you don't care. "That is not how
any of this works, people have free will, they can choose to be evil and they can choose to be good, that has to be true or the words don't
mean anything!"
"I'm sorry." He grips his hands together as if he does not quite know what to do with them. "So she told you about the Laws huh?"
"Yes," you reply, wiping away the handful of angry tears, at least you will maintain they were angry if anyone asks.
"You have broken chains of Winter, passed though flight, though battle and the veil of worlds to come to this place my princess," Usum offers softly.
"Treasure your tears and do not be ashamed of them for they too mark the hour of your ascension."
"Alright how about this?" Harry asks after a moment. "You tell me what Lasciel said and if she told you any lies or twisted any truths, because they are good at that too, I'll tell you and we can go from there."
And so you tell him, though you keep back the request for the end so you can get through. He seems startled when you not only recount the Laws, but also the warning that breaking them warps the mind of the one who does it. It's when you get to the Justin and Elaine part that he starts to look
really uncomfortable. You try to rush though the whole relationship thing as fast as you can, but that is it turns out no the problem.
"It doesn't matter if it was self-defense, I broke the law, I turned magic which comes from life and it meant to protect life against it and it marked me, just like it does every other warlock. If Lasciel was trying to make some fantasy where breaking the Laws for the right reasons is fine..."
"Of course it matters," you reply not angry just confused. "Crimes have
degrees, even what I did which was a hundred times worse than what I did because Rosie did not deserve what happened to her. It was like... getting in a car without a license and running over someone because I did not know how to drive. That does not mean it is the same as someone who goes on a multi-year car based serial killing spree. I know it is not just the same because hitting people with cars is not addictive, but people do beat addiction with something other than death."
"There is a way around that, I can protect you, but you have to trust me." You know what he is about to offer.
Do you trust Harry Dresden, with not just your safety but his own? "The Doom of Damocles," you answer, keeping your voice carefully neutral. "Lasciel said you would offer that and said you made a lot of enemies on the Council who would use that against you, so she asked me to refuse."
"And why would you think of doing her a favor?" There is anger in those words, though it is not directed, mostly, at you,
"Because as she put it we have a shared goal, keeping you alive." You pause and look him in the eye. "
I think that is a worthy goal even if I have to share it with a Fallen."
"Molly you are
seventeen, it is not your job to keep me alive," he is trying to sound stern and not really managing it, too much shock,
What do you reply?
[] It's not a job, it's a choice and you made it, no Doom
-[] Offer a suggestion
-[] Leave it up to him
[] Fine, you will do what he thinks is best
[] Write in
OOC: Between the Exaltation and talking to Lash this is a very different Molly then the one who came to this point in canon. The presumed right of the White Council to judge her is being questioned hard, but I hope in a believable way.