Two Eyes Cenote one minute of everything at once

she asks too many questions.

and ingram is reminded, perhaps drolly, of the child sven and all his questions.

you think way too much into this, ingram speaks; frankly. no, he rather thought she was dissecting it and his well of wiry amusement was running quickly dry. i worship them as my gods. it was, in and of itself an answer.


at least, this is what he was sticking to.

he gives a roll of his shoulders, a physical sign that he patience was beginning to rapidly wane.

no, he sighs. you cannot bind a god to you. they must choose you.