[ "Maybe the moon is made of love." And a part of Day thinks back to all the stories of Luna back home. Luna of Many Faces—fierce but kind, mercurial but wise; they who would love the ones who slip through the cracks, who don't fit in any one category, who get left behind.
He told Phil before that maybe if you believe the moon is capricious, it wouldn't seem so surprising that something so beautiful keeps trying to end the world, every year. Funny how it suddenly feels relevant. ]
...One of the Central Wizards told me he ended up touchin' the rock 'fore they managed to purify it. No protection spells. [ Sounds great, doesn't it? ] Said that when he touched it, it felt like somethin' in him broke. A ton of pain, and then it just stopped like nothing happened. Now he's cursed.
[ Which, he doesn't mean to alarm Ginger, but he's trying to make a point that perhaps the moon isn't exactly trying to make them love it back. Instead—]
So maybe...what the moon does is—distort things. Like twistin' fate out of shape. And maybe 'cause we're wizards, that includes our feelings. [ They are, after all, beings who especially run off emotion now. ] If he didn't touch the rock, then I think there's still hope that he'll get out the other end without... [ And he knows Ginger doesn't like this word, "change", so he opts to say this instead: ] Awful side-effects. And he's basically runnin' an ungodly fever right now, so we can't say he's thinkin' straight right now either way.
[ Basically: the biggest worry will be if he's still like this once the fever's been ridden out, which is Day trying to tell Ginger to take this one step at a time. ]
...Though I do kinda wonder if, maybe, the moon can feel something like love.
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He told Phil before that maybe if you believe the moon is capricious, it wouldn't seem so surprising that something so beautiful keeps trying to end the world, every year. Funny how it suddenly feels relevant. ]
...One of the Central Wizards told me he ended up touchin' the rock 'fore they managed to purify it. No protection spells. [ Sounds great, doesn't it? ] Said that when he touched it, it felt like somethin' in him broke. A ton of pain, and then it just stopped like nothing happened. Now he's cursed.
[ Which, he doesn't mean to alarm Ginger, but he's trying to make a point that perhaps the moon isn't exactly trying to make them love it back. Instead—]
So maybe...what the moon does is—distort things. Like twistin' fate out of shape. And maybe 'cause we're wizards, that includes our feelings. [ They are, after all, beings who especially run off emotion now. ] If he didn't touch the rock, then I think there's still hope that he'll get out the other end without... [ And he knows Ginger doesn't like this word, "change", so he opts to say this instead: ] Awful side-effects. And he's basically runnin' an ungodly fever right now, so we can't say he's thinkin' straight right now either way.
[ Basically: the biggest worry will be if he's still like this once the fever's been ridden out, which is Day trying to tell Ginger to take this one step at a time. ]
...Though I do kinda wonder if, maybe, the moon can feel something like love.