God of Marriage Saga: Chapter 11
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I wandered, in both thoughts and dreams.
What had happened to her?
She had a mean spear. She could have just held up the doctor, and escaped, right?
I shook my head. This was something more complicated.
Lupe meeting the professor, represented a moment of innocence, before a moment of corruption. Adolescence. Tainted youth.
Aerith had been trying to give me a 'happy ending'... but there was no resolution. What was the missing element?
I retread my thoughts from earlier. The corruption had to be the discovery of the bodily and physical. The marriage was that of the human world, with... the animal? The natural? The supernatural?
... I groaned in disgust. I would have to dissect the air around Lupe, to understand.
_ Fran Madaraki. _ I chanted.
... she was a bizarre entity. A surgical spider of a human, stitched together all over the place. Something about her was 'sedate', but the implications of pain were there.
Surgery... something that Thorn and Fang couldn't teach? Bites could be precise... but the cuts, gouges, and scratches of thorns, were anything but. I knew I had to be careful. But the situation had become nebulous enough.
As she rose into mind... she grasped and examined the red threads, in each of her many hands. For a second, I was looking at a surgical buddha; some kind of cocktail of Frankenstein's monster and Maitreyah, or perhaps Guanyin.
She didn't seem to understand the significance, but then neither did I.
"So, I see you've been staring at my sister a lot."
... I stuttered--and then shuddered--for a moment. It would be bad to invoke her name.
"You don't need to be getting involved in her antics, or bringing them here. I understand. She knows, though."
"We're here for a very important procedure," Fran continued. "Exploratory surgery!"
... was she... going to operate on my heart? That didn't seem like it could go anywhere good, could it?
She raised one of her hands to her mouth, in a shush gesture, and said:
"Trust your doctor."