dark_light | we are not truly immortal

After Glass's party is over with, Amariah and Kas go home.

Amariah fetches down their alethiometers.

"It's about time I took care of Alethia's afterlife, whatever it may be," she says quietly. "What can the alethiometer tell you about what I'll find?"

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sicaria

Pearl hugs them.

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she_sells_seashells

Shell Bell melts as soon as Pearl comes into direct contact with the unnamed smew. "Oh I love you," she breathes.

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sicaria

"I love you too," she murmurs, stroking the smew's feathers.

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she_sells_seashells

Standing up is hard. Shell Bell lifts one inch into the air and hovers effortlessly, sighing.

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sicaria

Snuggle snuggle.

...they should probably be accomplishing something right now, shouldn't they.

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she_sells_seashells

Not really! They're waiting for Aianon and Ansharil to decide things. Shell Bell can totally bask until then.

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sicaria

Perfect.

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endragoned

Aianon and Ansharil... are still thinking.

They decide that if one of them is going to have daemonlike characteristics, it should be Ansharil.

"I will go to the afterlife," says Aianon.

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dark_light

"Okay," says Amariah. "And now the question is how we get there."

She tries a boosted teleportation power, like the one Aurora has to let her get between subworlds of Rainbow - and she tries to carry everyone to the border of the afterlife, where the daemons and their attendants can sit and wait and everyone else can walk in.

This place turns out to exist.

It looks like a dock, shrouded in mist, leading out into murky water.

And here is a gentleman in a canoe.

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alicornucopia

He blinks once.

"That's new," he says.

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dark_light

"I'd be stunned if it wasn't," Amariah says. "My understanding is that the daemons have to stay here. The rest of us can go over the water with you? Is that where the dead people are? Who are you?"

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alicornucopia

"I can take you there, if your daemons stay behind," shrugs the boatman indifferently. "It's what I do."

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lifes_sake

"There's something dangerous there. Do you know what it is?" Cam asks.

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alicornucopia

The boatman shrugs. "I only go as far as shore."

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dark_light

"Are you the only one? Or are there other ways in? It should be more crowded, here, if you're the only way there."

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alicornucopia

"If I've missed anyone," says the boatman, "I don't know it. Time doesn't matter, not here."

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lifes_sake

"Even in the minute we've been here, with Jane syncing us up there should have been dozens, hundreds, of dead people accumulating... Jane."

There's no response.

Cam grits his teeth, and wishes himself away, and reappears a moment later. "She can't see out of our gems down here," he says. "But from her perspective we've been gone less than a second, and that and the failure of the dead to accumulate means we can continue, just have to wish out instead of getting Jane to grab us."

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dark_light

"...Okay. I guess that's one of the things that doesn't work down here." She looks at Shell Bell, who's still floating. "But apparently we can fly. We might not need to take the boat."

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lifes_sake

[Brainphone... works,] Cam reports.

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mind_game

[I can hear you when you do that,] Jane reports, in text, all as a block. [But time-dilated like you're traveling much slower than I am. I can compensate with more sample data like I can when I'm talking to an accelerating spaceship, though, say something else.]

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dark_light

[Testing, one two three.]

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mind_game

[You're proceeding through time at a rate about six thousand times slower than I am,] Jane says, still in text. [It appears constant, at least over the sampled time.]

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alicornucopia

The boatman doesn't seem to have any comment on whether they should take the boat or not.

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dark_light

Amariah hands Path over to Petaal for safekeeping and starts flying, but stops when she's only about ten yards out from the edge of the dock. "How far is it?" she asks the boatman.