It was my purpose, as all gods have - or had, I suppose - a purpose.
[ The Forsaken glanced to Ironeye, unaware of the pain he had shifted to his companion. His gaze slipped away once more, to the froth of the cresting waves. ]
I didn't realize it, at first. I thought I had discovered a way to free myself, but I could not pass through the same as they had, though I tried to follow.
There were more. Sometimes there were hours between, sometimes decades. Most often it was a few months. There were many mothers like Rose. It was not always famine that brought them to me.
[ Usually it wasn't. Not once the dust of the war settled, when the world recovered as much as it would recover, and the population had thinned to a sustainable balance. ]
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[ The Forsaken glanced to Ironeye, unaware of the pain he had shifted to his companion. His gaze slipped away once more, to the froth of the cresting waves. ]
I didn't realize it, at first. I thought I had discovered a way to free myself, but I could not pass through the same as they had, though I tried to follow.
There were more. Sometimes there were hours between, sometimes decades. Most often it was a few months. There were many mothers like Rose. It was not always famine that brought them to me.
[ Usually it wasn't. Not once the dust of the war settled, when the world recovered as much as it would recover, and the population had thinned to a sustainable balance. ]