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I frowned at her, and she stuck her tongue out at me. “Sister, you’re a god whether you like it or not.” Night Eyes said, “People are going to come from hundreds of miles just to catch a glimpse of you, and when they get here, are you going to tell them their hope was foolish, their faith was blasphemous, and that they should leave?” “I am going to tell them to seek hope in the only true god.” I replied, and even to my ears, it sounded like sanctimonious horseshit. “Well then, Sister,” Night Eyes grinned, “since you’re the Good Mother’s number-one cheerleader, maybe you should build her a church.” “I would amateur never presume to erect a building skinny in the name of the Maternal Order!” I snapped, “I have been excommunicated! It would be heresy to do such a thing!” “Does the Maternal Order speak for God?” Night Eyes was salting open wounds, and she knew it, “To me, they just seem like a bunch of dried-up cunts gatekeeping heaven. Who’s to say they’re right? Who’s to say you shouldn’t start your own version of the Maternal Path?” “Shut up!” I screamed at her, my fists turning into balls of flame. Night Eyes grinned broadly, then turned her chair around, and slid away, leaving me burning with rage. Why the anger, Julia? I asked myself, If you were confident in your devotion, why would Night Eyes’ obvious attempts to goad you anger you so? I watched her stop at the top of the massive staircase, where a multitude of the Brothel District’s residence were slowly ascending. She spread her arms wide, as though wishing to embrace every whore in Drastin, and they knelt for her, hundreds of them. Some tits bowed their heads to the steps, some raised their arms to the heavens, but they all kneeled in worship to their new god. It’s because you think she’s right. That night when you sat with Malek and Drask around the fire (Good Mother bless their souls), you decided that your purpose would be to spread the word of God to heathens all over the world, despite your exile from the Maternal Order. What changed? Why does it feel so wrong to do it now? I frowned as a darker thought snuck into my mind, It’s because before, you wanted to do it for the faceless, damned masses, but now, you want to do it for you I watched Astrid land before her god, her face radiant with adoration even from this distance. You want them all to look at you like that, don’t you, Julia? You want them to love you for the reason you hate yourself. “Hey, don’t feel so bad;” Lucilla put a hand on my shoulder as she watched Night Eyes, “you can always just kill her.” I could tell she was only half-joking. She turned to me, studying my face, and I steeled myself for the argument we were about to have. 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