Chapitre 42: .
Moon hadn't quite expected that answer. In fact she had been hoping…she didn't know what she was hoping for, but it was good news at least. Yes, so then there was some hope. Hope was an emotion she was not quite used to, after holding it blindly in her heart for so long.
But then the question was…
"She's mortal right now. What do we do…" Moon muttered. She rested her head on her intertwined fingers, lost in thought. She hadn't been talking to anyone in particular, but nonetheless Venus replied.
"Perhaps the fog will help her remember."
The fog. A loose term for the barrier. It was not, like other barriers, a place with a clear end or start, but rather a belt of fog that surrounded Tory constantly - all year, every hour of the day, all day. People could pass through it easily with lanterns and maps, but whenever planets tried to leave, they ended up getting lost and back in Tory eventually. Would the fog help her remember?
"What made you think that…" Moon mulled, still lost in thought, now turning this new idea over in her head.
"Well, she's mortal right now. If she goes into the fog, and comes back out in Tory, in that gap of time she could remember something." Venus said. Moon closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead with her fingers.
"It's a gamble. She could not come out at all. She wouldn't be the first mortal to get lost in that fog." At this point she was simply making excuses. Maybe it was because she didn't want Terra to fully remember who she was, because then it would be Game Over for Moon.
"Give her a map." Venus fired, and Moon sighed into her hands.
"She's going to hate me…" Then, she added,
"Fine. We send her into the fog."
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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