(. . . . ?
. . . . ΒΏ)
"Wise words." Charon nods, "Something I can agree with."
(. . . . !
Huh. I suppose, then. . .
Haha, I guess, I could just Observe.
Admire her terrible Might!
You are. Right, little Prelati.)
(She is capable!
-At least it is none of the Gods! But. But.
She. . . should not have to deal with this!)
". . .FranΓ§ois is right. Let her handle it.
My head hurts as is."
"It is his Wife. After all."
the Ferryman doesn't look thrilled about it, at all.
(How was She? Isn't She Lovely? Terribly haunting?
So Atrociously beautiful? β¨)