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[Open] New York, somewhere near the Org
"And all of them were murdered. The entire household."
"They don't think it was for any reason either. Nothing was stolen or anything like that."
"They're going to catch whoever did it, though. I've heard they've already got a lead on who it was."
"As if we didn't have enough damned problems..."
The recurring conversation had trickled in and out of her earshot for nearly a year as she'd kept to her duties in the Denver clinic, caring for the sick and helping the wounded and recent mothers to heal. For a time, that sort of talk had seemed to finally wither away as people found more current topics of gossip to take their interest. Ones that were not focused on the wealthy family that had been killed, seemingly unprovoked, and the strange series of events that had played out following.
That was done with. Mother had gone, and likewise had her sisters. If not for the people keeping it alive by discussing it, the event itself could have been gone as well. It was not that she felt guilt for what she'd taken part in, but that others seemed to believe that she should. They were bad people. They had hurt Beatrice. She and the others had amended the problem as they'd been asked to. As far as she was concerned, there was nothing to feel guilty for.
...and yet, still, for some reason, Mother had abandoned them anyway. That and the talking made her catch herself questioning whether it had really been all right after all.
Belphegor was not an irrational woman. She knew well that no one had any reason to suspect her involvement. To the few that had come to know her, she, like many other orphans of The Solution, had seemed to crawl out of the woodwork from nothingness once she was the proper age to travel great distances on her own, seeking her place in this badly-savaged world. She had told no one of Beatrice, Ronove, or any of her sisters, so, really, how COULD anyone have known?
And yet, all the same, it had grated on her to hear it dredged up from it's sleep again just a couple of weeks ago. People were talking about it as if it had just happened yesterday, and the more she listened, the more she had realized that it never really would die. It would keep haunting the place it happened for quite awhile...maybe forever. There was no putting a stop to that, but she could, at the least, move beyond it's reach.
A letter to the Org sent earlier in the week had preceded her arrival to New York this morning. As she made her way down one of the sparsely-populated streets, footfall silent, seeming to shimmer in and out of existence as she went, Belphe gave the impression of a woman who wanted very much to reach her destination without incident.
"They don't think it was for any reason either. Nothing was stolen or anything like that."
"They're going to catch whoever did it, though. I've heard they've already got a lead on who it was."
"As if we didn't have enough damned problems..."
The recurring conversation had trickled in and out of her earshot for nearly a year as she'd kept to her duties in the Denver clinic, caring for the sick and helping the wounded and recent mothers to heal. For a time, that sort of talk had seemed to finally wither away as people found more current topics of gossip to take their interest. Ones that were not focused on the wealthy family that had been killed, seemingly unprovoked, and the strange series of events that had played out following.
That was done with. Mother had gone, and likewise had her sisters. If not for the people keeping it alive by discussing it, the event itself could have been gone as well. It was not that she felt guilt for what she'd taken part in, but that others seemed to believe that she should. They were bad people. They had hurt Beatrice. She and the others had amended the problem as they'd been asked to. As far as she was concerned, there was nothing to feel guilty for.
...and yet, still, for some reason, Mother had abandoned them anyway. That and the talking made her catch herself questioning whether it had really been all right after all.
Belphegor was not an irrational woman. She knew well that no one had any reason to suspect her involvement. To the few that had come to know her, she, like many other orphans of The Solution, had seemed to crawl out of the woodwork from nothingness once she was the proper age to travel great distances on her own, seeking her place in this badly-savaged world. She had told no one of Beatrice, Ronove, or any of her sisters, so, really, how COULD anyone have known?
And yet, all the same, it had grated on her to hear it dredged up from it's sleep again just a couple of weeks ago. People were talking about it as if it had just happened yesterday, and the more she listened, the more she had realized that it never really would die. It would keep haunting the place it happened for quite awhile...maybe forever. There was no putting a stop to that, but she could, at the least, move beyond it's reach.
A letter to the Org sent earlier in the week had preceded her arrival to New York this morning. As she made her way down one of the sparsely-populated streets, footfall silent, seeming to shimmer in and out of existence as she went, Belphe gave the impression of a woman who wanted very much to reach her destination without incident.
