173 Nanny Duty (1/2)
Lu'um gazed at Reed in the eyes, in an attempt to discern whether or not he had truly meant what he said. Her vision pierced through his environmental suit and physical body, all the way to his soul. It wasn't that Lu'um didn't believe Reed's explanation; for the most part, she was more than willing to keep an open mind.
For a brief moment, Lu'um had felt something strange. A foreboding sensation that she had only ever experienced whenever He acted without her knowledge in secret.
In simpler words, she had felt, albeit for a second, that He had spoken through Reed in spirit. There was a very particular tone — a melancholy, calculating cadence to His manner of speaking — that only He possessed.
Reed's natural tone, in comparison, was much lighter and informal than His, to the point that it was very simple to distinguish one from the other. Although their voices were identical, they had their own distinct color when it came to the art of rhetoric, if that made sense.
There was nothing wrong with Reed, much to Lu'um's relief. Her concerns had been for naught, but even so, she deemed it a cautionary experience worth a moment of future contemplation. When it came to Him, a single misstep was enough to give Him a decisive, uncontestable advantage in any battle.
She could not drop her guard for Reed's sake, not while He was still around...
”I'm sure of it; this probably a kind of a security failsafe in the event of a catastrophic event. If it can't keep reality running properly, the best solution is to make a save everything of importance in hard suspension until it can reboot everything back up at a later date.
It makes perfect sense, at least in my mind. I would definitely store my important data securely in a safe place if I knew that it was at risk of being permanently lost in the event of a system failure.”
The more that Lu'um heard Reed's explanation, the more that it started to grow upon her. It really did make sense, from a cold, logical standpoint. Truth be told, Reed's rationalization sounded very much like something He would have told her.
Even the idea of thinking about living, breathing people with souls akin to lifeless information sounded like Him. Absolutely detached from whatever little morality He had once possessed.
Lu'um genuinely hated how closely Reed was resembling Him and His twisted rationalizations. It brought up dark memories and beliefs that she no longer associated with her present self, which had long since become a painful topic for her to even think about...
She curtly interrupted Reed and said, ”I understand, dear. There's no need for you to continue... emulating Him anymore, okay? I get it. Let us be done with this unpleasant line of thought.”
He looked at her and saw a concerned, uneasy expression on her face, as if she had witnessed something remarkably dreadful. She, too, had her own personal fears, much to Reed's amusement in an odd way.
Reed caressed Lu'um's helmet affectionately and said, ”You worry too much, Sweetcheeks. I'll always be myself, no matter what may come to pass. Noble, dashing street rats like myself and self-righteous, anal-retentive bastards like Him are completely incompatible with one another.”
Lu'um laughed when she heard his ludicrous explanation. Although it was absolute nonsense, it was very Reed-like at heart, filled with his characteristically misplaced gusto and conviction about the oddest topics...
Their touching, sweet moment would have lasted longer were it not... for Astor, Horatio, and Ophelia.
The trio awkwardly gawked at Reed and Lu'um in dumbfounded embarrassment, for the lack of a better word. It was beyond them how they had been completely forgotten in about a five-minute timespan.
Do these two really not care about us?
Are we truly that insignificant to them?
Have they fallen in love so hard that they became fools? Where had the Reed of old gone? He would have already made a biting, defensive remark to Lu'um by now. And if Reed didn't do that, then he'd rely on his favorite method — playing the silent treatment card.
That the Reed that they had known — always on his guard around Lu'um...
It went without saying that the trio was considerably interested in what had occurred within the last three years to have warranted such a... drastic change in their relationship.
Astor forcibly coughed, much to his own regret, and ended the unreal marvel in front of them.
”...If you don't mind, could the two of you do us a favor... and explain what you were talking about? You've figured out some big clue about all of this, am I correct?”
There was only so much that Reed and Lu'um could explain to them without making themselves sound insane, given the scale and nature of the Eventide of Faith. They had a real chore on their hands, getting their friends up to speed in a way that did not put them on the Dreaming Council's radar...
For young people like Astor, Horatio, and Ophelia, who knew relatively little of the Ancient Mulians aside from what they had been taught and seen in the Shadowlands, the concepts involved in Reed and Lu'um's simplified explanation were still too large to grasp in theory alone.
Truth be told, there were certain things that had to be seen in order to be understood. They couldn't be described properly with conventional mediums of communication like speech, writing, or art.