[Now that they are "alone", pulled aside into the space they share, where sun and sand mingle with rock and snow...]
Are you sworn to secrecy, on what it is?
[She wonders. If it was the same thing she sensed, in that tunnel in the Iconoclast Oracle when she had held his shard in her hand. When he had held hers, that day when the pollen was in the air, and she had weakly thought, even if he were a Zenite... finally, someone understood...
She'd had to throw it away, beneath that glowing sun. But still-
Amos knows about his son, he says. But so did other people, didn't they? Maybe they had not seen the depths of it, or the details, but just the level of knowing he existed? The sense of her furrows in confusion.]
- And?
[It's not like his respect could be won just by knowing he was a father... (She thinks of him that way. A father. Blood or deception or not.)]
Very Private
Are you sworn to secrecy, on what it is?
[She wonders. If it was the same thing she sensed, in that tunnel in the Iconoclast Oracle when she had held his shard in her hand. When he had held hers, that day when the pollen was in the air, and she had weakly thought, even if he were a Zenite... finally, someone understood...
She'd had to throw it away, beneath that glowing sun. But still-
Amos knows about his son, he says. But so did other people, didn't they? Maybe they had not seen the depths of it, or the details, but just the level of knowing he existed? The sense of her furrows in confusion.]
- And?
[It's not like his respect could be won just by knowing he was a father... (She thinks of him that way. A father. Blood or deception or not.)]