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 After the brief wavering, the sergeant had steadied herself. Perhaps she had simply conquered her unease, or perhaps the vision had become so terrible that it felt less real. " 'Flames extinguished, breath arrested, the Egg as one is still as frost.'." She had quoted old scriptures about the world-egg cosmology, slowly developing as the hot primal chaos, which still churned below the ground, yielded pace by pace to the cold stillness of the stars. //Closed the summer-day of 'ikra, the deepest heat as well is lost//.
+**pinkgothic**:
+Kukri knew better than to speak of the scriptures as one might of superstition - and besides, the citation had thrown her off guard, an unexpected cultural ally amidst a tense scene that had felt more like a public debate than anything that might yet yield an ally. Respectfully, she remained silent, gathering her thoughts. Then, haltingly and gently, trying to dampen what might well be the sergeant's cosmological terror: "I don't think we're at that stage."
+**Concavenator**:
+"I should imagine not", she responded, somewhat more brusquely. "Spring seems to be coming as well as always. I doubt my generation will be the one see its end, for all that I'd like to see exactly where the sun will stop to move. I know what you're thinking: I'm not under the impression that the world is actually a plate between two half-shells. or the sun a floating candle. I'm well aware that there is more nuance to those words. If you're telling the truth, it is uncanny that the end of all may be so straightforward."
+**pinkgothic**:
+"I would hope it's a little more complicated," Kukri smiled weakly, nodding mildly. "I think we've already achieved a lot as a civilisation," she added. "And if we have generations, even if the worst comes to worst, I would think we could find a way to perhaps darken the ice and reverse the process with the tools we have forged for ourselves." A brief pause. "And A'ua's blessing," she added. "But all of this is speculation. We shall see what the numbers say. Perhaps all is yet well."
+**Concavenator**:
+"Perhaps. Thankfully it is not up to me to think of all the ways this Republic may be saved or lost. But among my many duties, philosopher, is to imagine the ways one could harm this district and use its defenses against it. Which is why I must consider the possibility that you thought me more superstitious than I am, and made up a story to appeal to that. But I suppose we will know once the bats return, and you do not seem as concerned as a criminal should be in such a situation. And if that is not the case, and your threat of winter is true, than I certainly wish you success."
+**pinkgothic**:
+Kukri took it as encouragement, and smiled amicably. "Thank you," she said, and left it at that. It was quite a relief that the sergeant was reasonably level-headed about her religion; that whole topic was a minefield that Kukri was hardly an expert at, though she at least knew to respect it. It calmed her considerably that she could have a reasonable conversation about the sciences instead.
+**Concavenator**:
+The sergeant paced around the room, perhaps pondering this exchange. Her posture was unnaturally rigid, as if she were straining to stop herself from fiddling with her uniform. After a while she said: "And your associate, there, can she be trusted with this momentous task of yours?"
+**pinkgothic**:
+"I already owe her my life," Kukri remarked, not altogether sure if she had already said so before, keeping it short and matter-of-fact if it was indeed a reminder. "But necessarily, only time will tell whether she will make a good protégé of philosophy. I have no reason at all to doubt it, though. She has already put a great deal of effort into it so far, and it is perseverance a philosopher needs most of all."