Re: Part 62c - Into the mouth of the dragon
Cyan turns an unhappy gaze toward Devlin for a moment. "Can you take on the form of an Archon?" she whispers, though the idea disgusts her. "It might give us a moment of time, an instant of uncertainty should we find ourselves face to face with the Enemy." She cannot bring herself to raise her voice, not with Harbonah so 'close'.
"This place," she begins, in explanation to Aaron, "is a room of vision. These pillars radiate the energies of palanqueti - hardly surprising, given the source of the Archons' power. I believe it sees only That Which Is, rather than That Which May Be." Her lips thin in a frustrated grimace. "Though I cannot say for certain."
She shoots a worried glance at Aaron when he states his own thoughts on Harbonah's possible strategies - the grudging respect for the monster's tactics. Dorian has considered the same, putting himself in Harbonah's 'shoes', so to speak. Have not others sought to analyze his strategies similarly? Have not others suggested terrible acts to attempt to stem the tide? This war makes monsters of us all, she thinks with despair.
What good a universe saved, if those who populate it are nothing more than reflections of the enemy? James understood this. They all did, in truth - Aaron's abrupt halt proved he caught himself - but James, from what she understood, had gone through it.
I expect the others have, as well. Aaron has spoke and hinted of terrible deeds in his time away. Dorian...it goes without saying, given what he has absorbed from his twin. And Devlin? Suspicions, only. And then there is herself. And Berd.
We become the Enemy.
"It must be stopped, Aaron. Before all of us-" Harbonah's booming voice cuts her off, and Cyan hunches for an instant, waiting for the axe to fall. But it is only another report, and she straightens to listen. A chill washes over her at the sight of the city and she leans forward, an oath on her lips. Berd shoots a quick glance her way, and Cyan subsides with a nod, her eyes like burning rubies. Trackers - it is as Right said. They are the hunted. This Salamiel has inner fortitude. Despite its fear, the Archon persists in arguing what it believes to be the best course of action. Dangerous - very much so.
Or does it play its own game?
"Indeed," Cyan breathes in response to Aaron's epithet. "Dorian - have you found aught of note?"
Berd, on her shoulder, remains hunched and readied.