“What?” Fiona
exclaims in shock. “Meet who?”
“The Gods, of
course,” the Author replies with another condescending smile.
“What!?” she
exclaims again, “Why would I want them?”
“Why wouldn't you?”
the Author asks suspiciously, “What's wrong with them?”
“What....?” Fiona
begins, then corrects herself, “There's nothing wrong with them.”
She pauses to think, then asks cautiously “Is there anything wrong
with them?”
“Of course not,”
the Author chastises with a mocking frown.
Somewhere in the
distance, Fiona hears Larry's voice. “Raven is almost in
position,” he says.
“Almost in pos...”
she begins to say distractedly, then catches herself, turning her
attention back to the Author. “So tell me,” she continues, “Why
should I want to meet these Gods of yours?”
