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"Ah," Lasciel said, with no trace of offense in her tone. "It was obviously the attack of a spiritual predator."
Takes one to know one, I thought. I rolled a stiff shoulder under the hot water. "If that's true, then the attacks weren't about violence," I said thoughtfully. "Which explains what I saw in that bathroom, where the old man had been attacked. Whatever did it was intent on causing fear. Causing pain. Then devouring the... what? The psychic energy it generated in the victims?"
"That is a somewhat simplistic description," she said, "but one that is as close as I expect a mortal can come to understanding."
"What, you're a mortality bigot now?"
"Now and always," she replied. "I mean no insult by it, but you should know that your ability to comprehend your environment is very strongly defined by your belief in a number of illusions. Time. Truth. Love. That kind of thing. It isn't your fault, of course-but it does impose limits upon your ability to perceive and understand some matters."
"I'm only human," I said. "So enlighten me."
"To do so, you would have to release your hold on mortality."
I blinked and said, "I'd have to die?"
She sighed. "Again, you have only a partial understanding. But in the interest of expediency, yes. You would have to cease living."
"Then don't bother enlightening me," I said. "I have plenty of would-be teachers already." I rinsed and repeated my shampoo and made myself smell like Irish Spring. "The survivors of the attacks, then. They're going to have taken a spiritual mauling."
"If the theory is correct," Lasciel's voice responded. "If they are indeed wounded in spirit, it would seem conclusive."


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