Rosewater Oasis Plume

You speak like you don't believe

He believed. But faith? That was another thing entirely.

He sighed, and let a muttered apology roll from his jaws, guilt flicking through his expression.

I do.. I just.. The boy hesitates, he tries to convince himself. I don't understand them.

He shifts his posture, sitting up and bringing his gaze to the sky, the feint outlines of stars hidden away in the blue of the sky. They'd always drawn a sense of comfort around him, many a night spent with nothing to do but look up at the constellations and make everything seem smaller. Those who tormented him, the bite of his wounds, gnawing into his belly, all of it, diminished beneath that vast, swallowing thing above.

...Are there places they can't reach?

Heresy was not his intention, but Nokht struggled to bite his tongue in the face of a topic forbidden.