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I’m so confused. And I’ve been so confused for the past million years that we’ve been running. And before that.
I think, that Erlik is just a very confusing person. Because he doesn’t ever stop to explain anything. I don’t think I’m going to run for much longer. I’m going to lay down, die right here and he’s gonna be sorry he ever made me run.
No one should run unless they’re being chased. Or trying to beat someone to the cookies. Either way, I should be running. Because we’re running toward pomegranates and who in the world, or underworld, likes pomegranates enough to run?
I get it, he’s trying to help. He’s trying to make sure I don’t get damned to the underworld forever, it’s sweet. Except that, I don’t really want to go back up there. This is where I belong. Add a little garden and some trees and it’s perfect. I could be the queen of a whole kingdom. Sure all the subjects of the kingdom are tormented souls and whatever else. But the red sky and dark landscape are starting to grow on me.
“How much longer?” I ask, slowing to a trot. Which is still ridiculous just by the way. “Cause if we’re just going to get pomegranates, I want to add some things to the grocery list.”
“It’s not a grocery list,” He sighs. “The pomegranates might be able to send you back up there, it did for me once.”
“Okay, so the dog needs some more treats and I’m definitely in a more chocolate cake than a vanilla and… since you’re buying, I’m running low on chocolate milk.” I continue to talk. We’re not running anymore. He’s turned to look at me, waiting for me to shut up, his eyebrow is arched and his lip is twitching. I grin, he’s gorgeous.
“Really?” He sighs. We started walking, quickly. My feet protest and I sigh back.
“Just thought you wanted to know,” I’m enjoying his grip on my wrist way more than I should. But his touch is so cool and surprising that I can barely focus. “Oh! I have an idea!”
“Please do tell,” He shows zero signs of tiring and I’m getting tired just watching him not get tired.
“I like sarcasm on you,” I grin and he drops my wrist. Rude. “Instead of running across the hecking underworld, let’s just sell your soul to the devil and he’ll give us some answers or something.”
“I am the devil,” He gives me the most done look I’ve never seen on anyone.
“Oh,” I nod, “Wait! So you can like, sell yourself, to yourself and then… problem solved right?”
“It’s an expression, you can’t see your should to the devil,” He looks like he’s regretting ever even looking at me in that cafe.
“Okay, that options out,” We’re walking again and I wonder how big the underworld is. And why he can’t just conjure up a car or something.
“That was never an option,” He just keeps walking, not even checking to make sure I’m following.
“I’m just trying to help,” I stick my tongue out in his direction.
“That’s the problem,” He says, “And close your mouth, you’re not five.”
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