Trying to keep a hold of everything Moros kept shoving into her arms was one thing, watching her beautiful home burn down around her was a different difficulty altogether. She had to keep reminding herself that she could make it all again. That it was only stuff, and they were talking about a massive conspiracy here. Possibly world wide. Maybe even beyond.
She was up and being moved before she had a chance to protest. She really didn't mind it though. Moros could move faster with her like this. He wouldn't have to worry if she ws catching fire. Or dropping things. Not to mention she felt safe like this. She knew nothing could hurt her as long as he was there.
What did make her uncomfortable though, was the devil box laying on her. Who knew what it was doing to her body. Maybe scrambling her insides. Maybe it was sucking the very essence of her out. And then giving it to whoever it was that was writing about her.
Where was Moros going to take them anyway? Where would they go that was safe? It wasn't apparently okay to go anywhere, from what they'd read. Everywhere was written about. Everywhere could be seen. Even in the depths of the Underworld. So where? Where would they go?
Oizys settled in, she was likely in for a very long ride. And bumpy, too.