I wasn't happy, I can tell you, not happy at all. But I was biting
my tongue, almost literally, so that they could all just get on with
it.
Fiona was still talking, addressing these invisible judges, while
absent mindedly stroking the cats. All the while she kept a sharp
eye on Strauss. “Your decision is simple,” she was saying, “A
straight forward choice. Work with the Angel to help people improve
the Warp, or join with his master,” she pointed at Strauss once
more, “To limit the influence of the Weave by reducing the human
population.”
“Or simply do nothing,” Earth rumbled, “And see what
transpires.”
“As you say,” Fiona sighed, “You could do nothing. But you
might like to consider how well that has worked so far.”
“Before we withdraw to consider our decision,” Air whistled, “Do
any of you have anything else to add?”
The room fell silent. After a second or two, I felt compelled to
speak, but Edward grabbed my arm, shaking his head.
“Very well,” Air gave one last rush. The candle in the earth
well extinguished itself and our living room felt suddenly empty.
