If you ask me, cards are as fickle as ghosts. Today we drew the Six of Swords. A card of hope- but maybe not for August. Swords are action and intelligence. August can only act on anything within a very short range of me. He can travel almost anywhere, but he can’t do anything there. So what does it mean for him?
He sat on the floor of the office for a few hours, silently meditating. Finally, as the sun was rounding the west side of the window, he stirred.
“What did you come up with?” I asked.
“Do you think,” he paused, looking up at me with his weird smile, “that me killing you would break the bond and set me free to roam AND act on things as I please? Or would it just make me impotent everywhere?” There isn’t a good way to answer, I know from experience. Partly because I don’t know the answer, and partly because they’re rhetorical.
“Kill me, August, so I don’t have to hear anymore of these questions.”
“Really…