[ That gets a reaction. A faint tightening of his jaw. A phoenix, resurrection through ash and flame. They aren't the words that Pope used, but they cut close enough. Everything always comes back to fire in the end. What burns, and what survives. Carver survived. So did Shaw. Even when he locked her in and watched Deaver light the match, she made it out. He knew she would. He knew.
Or he wanted to, at least. ]
A god.
[ He's tempted to laugh it off. Bare his teeth and sneer.
He doesn't. Divinity's always had a way with fire, in the end. ]
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Or he wanted to, at least. ]
A god.
[ He's tempted to laugh it off. Bare his teeth and sneer.
He doesn't. Divinity's always had a way with fire, in the end. ]
How?