Forty One

It hadn’t been that easy of course, Nerissa had more questions. Eventually Lisbeth managed to point out that all of the answers were in the books, that she was giving Nerissa unrestricted access to. This allowed the questions to end and Lisbeth to get down to the fun stuff. Even after the very late night Nerissa got up bright an early, looking far too energetic. She really had been serious about keeping her grades up the night before, and was therefore going to classes, since they were back on apparently. This once again left Lisbeth with little to do, she really should have taken more classes. Shelby, and Krista also had classes, Amy was with her elf of unknown sex. She wasn’t quite willing to resort to magic to find out, that would be cheating, but dream walking had proved inconclusive. Hinrich was also being studious, and was still trying to befriend Charis, it wasn’t working out well. Devon had completely struck out with her her because she only had eyes for Lance. The twins were doing whatever it was when they weren’t with her. All of this meant that she once again found herself alone under a tree reading. She didn’t stay alone for very long however.

“You’re blocking my light Sinclair.”

“Sorry Lisbeth, may I sit.”

“Go for it.” He did

“So Bill filled us in on the fourth attack.”

“Figured he would.”

“Did you know immortals have cites?”

“Yes, the weaker ones tend to gather together in them, just outside our reality.”

“Apparently six angels attacked one of the smaller ones.”

“I know.”

“A lot of immortals died. Hundreds.”

“I know.”

What the hell are we fighting that can kill an immortal, but can still be killed by us?”

“Do you want to know a secret?”

“Will you survive the telling?”

“Yes.”

“Then yes I do.”

“Any mortal can kill an immortal, you just need to know the trick to it.”

“You going to share the trick?”

“No, I’m just saying that it’s a lie that only immortals can kill other immortals.”

“The angels are mortal then?”

“No comment.”

“Damn.”

“Did you know Bill has a lover?”

“What?”

“Never mind, not important right now.”

“What is important right now?”

“Well, there is this spying thing in the news, it was sponsored by the council and most of the worlds governments were involved.”

“Pain in the ass that it got leaked, any idea who did it?”

“I don’t know who, but it was going to happen eventually.”

“I know, still a pain. How much is it going to change things?”

“Not much Sinclair, it’s all going to be business as usual for you. The public is going to be pissed, but it won’t be in your direction.”

“Good for me. What does it have to do with the angels?”

“Why does it have to have anything to do with them?”

“Because you brought it up.”

“I have more going on in my life than angels. The spying is big business for me.”

“I believe that, but I believe that the angels are the most important part. You’re caught in a spiral, and I need to get you out.”

“You keep wanting to save me Sinclair, but you really can’t. Eventually you’re just going to have to accept that.”

“Fuck no.”

“Fine, look one more secret. You don’t need new weapons, mortals already have the right weapons. They just need to be used together and in great number.”

“Guns proved pretty fucking worthless Lisbeth.”

“I’m not talking about guns.”

“What, Templars?”

“There aren’t nearly enough Templars, they haven’t trained together, and they’re all too specialized.”

“No member of the council will ever agree to that.”

“Someone is going to have to convince them, the mortals need more pieces on the field that aren’t pawns.”

“People aren’t chess pieces Lisbeth.”

“I know, I’m sorry, I won’t say that again.”

“The immortals were attacked, will they help?”

“Maybe, but they became immortal for a reason.”

“What does that mean?”

“Immortals survive long enough to be immortals because they are cowards.”

“So they aren’t likely to help us? Even after getting attacked.”

“A lot of them won’t, believe it or not, most of the ones that give a damn are the weaker ones. Who aren’t necessarily good at fighting. Also, they just don’t have the numbers.”

“Bill gives a damn, he’s strong.”

“He is literally the strongest one that gives a damn Sinclair, and it’s not the kind of damn you think it is.”

“So don’t count on him to save our collective asses.”

“Yes.”

“What about the gods?”

“What about them?”

“Will they step in to save us?”

“I’m not counting on it.”

Sinclair thought about that for a little while. At least he appeared to, staring off into space for a while, not talking. Lisbeth went back to her book, letting him digest. These books were enchanted to allow for a basic understanding that was buried in the subconscious after one read, but actually understanding what was said in them was a different matter. It required actual study. Sinclair stood up after twenty minutes or so, and asked a dangerous question.

“The gods can save us, but won’t, the churches can take action to protect us but won’t. Why do we worship them again?”

“Because the gods gave the churches magic, and said they wanted followers or they would take that magic away, and the churches said follow us and we’ll smite your enemies, because they didn’t want their magic taken away.”

“Will it? Be taken away I mean?”

“No Sinclair, it will not. Not if they curse their gods name, not if their god ceases to be.”

“Well fuck.”

“When you report back tell Bill to call me, I really would like that cup of tea.”

Sinclair left recognizing her statement as the dismissal it was. Lisbeth watched him go, he looked tired. His shoulders were slumped and his back bent. It was the back of a man who had the weight of the world on his shoulders. She did feel bad, he really did need to stop worrying about her, not that he could.

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