A Confession and a Call
23st of July 2006 A.D.
Morning sunlight streams through the windows of the living room, the sun having hardly peaked over the horizon. Everyone but mom and dad are still asleep, even Daniel who had spent hours last night asking you about Lydia, then death gods, then necromancers... and then some really stern warnings about Queen Mab. Normally one would not think that a fifteen year old boy could be trouble for the Queen of Air and Darkness, but he's a Carpenter, he might just find a way. After all you did even if you cannot quite tell what it is.
"Things got… bad at the museum. A lot of people died before we even got there, and most of them weren't freed of their suffering even then". For a moment, the inside of a room you wish you didn't remember flashed before your eyes, in a twisted sort of way it is almost reassuring how angry and sick that makes you feel. It's not that your heart froze over or anything, it's just a little harder. Something of it must of shown on your face.
"Oh Molly I'm sorry. You shouldn't have had to..."
"I didn't have to, I chose to go there," you cut off your mom quickly. "I don't regret it." Deep breath. "I killed the woman who did it and I don't regret that part either. Maybe it wasn't what was right, nothing about what happened was, but it was what was left."
The room goes quiet.
Please don't hate me, please don't hate me.
"No soul is beyond the mercy of God and all should be given a chance to take that mercy when it does not inflict yet more suffering upon the innocent." Dad speaks slowly, choosing his words with care. "The innocent does not just mean the helpless, it also means those who would stand for what is right sword in hand. You killed this woman in a battle while she was trying to kill you."
It's not really a question, but you answer it anyway. "Yes."
He sighs. "Regret in doing harm even to the guilty isn't itself a virtue, offering mercy is. If anything I would count regret, compassion even in the darkest of moments, a gift of God to help us steer the right path, but just because we do not always see the sign does not mean we cannot take the right path anyway. We are all of us only human Molly, we cannot be expected to be perfect in compassion anymore than in anything else. All we can do is try to walk the best path we can see, seeking guidance when things look unclear."
Mom is a lot less philosophical about the whole thing. "Mercy to the guilty can be cruelty to the innocent and this Katrina, willing to kill people, violate their bodies and souls would have been that sort. You did the right thing sweetheart, though I wish more than anything you didn't... you had not been the one to do it."
Didn't have to be the one to do it, you mentally finish the thought mom had just tripped over. She does not want to think about you being needed that way, but she is thinking it.
You hug mom a little tighter and longer than you do dad as you get up to start the day in earnest.
Essence Restored to full -> Now at 12/12
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24st of July 2006 A.D.
On Monday you get a call from Lydia apologetic over not staying over. "I just... with everything that had happened I just needed some time to myself."
"That's OK, I'm just glad you're alright. Did Harry fix up the wards?"
"Yeah. Is he always that stubborn about getting paid? It took me half an hour to wear him down to it and I had push, you know with... insight. You have that too right? When the world goes all clear like a still pool in starlight and you just know the right way to do something?"
"Yes to the last bit and I have not had the chance to pay Harry for anything but I assumed be was stubborn about that as well, especially if he thinks you could use the money more." you consider asking if she does need the money more, you do not know what kind of contingencies Arawn made, but from the exasperated tone you assume the answer is a resounding 'no'.
"Well anyway I got him to take the money eventually and the house's safe as houses now."
"Ow... ow I say, that's a terrible pun," you joke.
"All puns are terrible,they are the tools of the Puck, most cunning and treacherous of the fey," she fires back, leaving you unsure if that is a joke or not. "Anyway you can come over whatever you like now we can talk magic and stuff, or other stuff if you like."
"I'm actually going out of town with my dad. He has to look into something in Ohio."
"Your dad..." Lydia trails off. "You're going out with him for his job right."
"Yeah. He's got the job, but nothing says he has to do it alone, a lot of what the knights do is seek out allies from people of good heart and courage."
"I know," she answers. "There's mention of it in the Eight Century Canterbury School version of Saint Augustine's
On Faith in Invisible Realities and in..." She cuts herself off. "Sorry didn't mean to bore you."
"Not bored at all," you reply sincerely. "I'd love to listen to you describe secret histories and obscure books, only thing better would be to read them myself."
"Well then you're in luck I don't charge entrance fees to the library," Lydia laughs."Listen do you need some help dealing with whatever it is?I think I'd be pretty good whether it's a fight or we have to talk ourselves out of trouble and us magical girls have to stick together."
After a brief moment of being unable to answer from sheer surprised laughter you give it some serious thought. She isn't wrong about how useful she might be and you do like her company. On the other hand she probably has some lawyer stuff to do surely...
"What use mortal artifice if it cannot be used to handle such trivialities from afar?" Usum asks.
"Surely she knows more of her own affairs than we do. The chance to strengthen an alliance with one of Lady Lydia's power and skill does not come often" That is the first time Usum has called anyone beside you a lord or lady. You wonder what it might mean , but Lydia's still waiting for an answer to her own question...
Do you invite Lydia along on the trip to Ohio?
[] Yes, you are sure she will be helpful and you like her company
[] No, you do not want to pull her away from settling her affairs at the wrong moment
[] Write in
OOC:And we are off.