"...I don't know whether I think that's true in the world that exists, but -- I can't imagine believing that it is and not wanting to make a world where it isn't."

"I believe Louise's opinion is that she wishes it were not true, and she also wishes that the universe is not going to end in a heat death in a few billion years, and she is equally concerned about both."

"That... sounds like a very plausible opinion for a person to have and I can see how a person would arrive at it and also it is unbelievably depressing."

"Yes, well."

"I don't disagree that we have to face the world that exists, I just."

"--at some point you have to declare war on God."

"And of course you're going to lose, but." She gestures.

"But even if you lose at least you aren't giving up before you've even tried."

"At some point fighting and losing is more honorable than not fighting at all."

She sighs. "I mean. It's not like I need Joan and Mariam and Louise to-- agree with my reasons for the things we're doing."

That sounds like it calls for more hug. Inaaya is small enough to be pulled into Mordred's lap and fit there. "Maybe you don't need it but it's still a thing I want you to get to have."

"I have you."

You have me so much more than you know, I have declared war on God with you-- except he can't say that without getting agreement from anyone else on the team--

"You do," he says instead.

When Oswald wakes up the following morning, he opens his eyes to find his bed wrapping itself around him, closing like a mouth.

Fang-like teeth tear through the covers from the mattress below, and some obscene tongue slathers against the bedspread from below, yellow mucus seeping through the cloth.

Oswald screams.

The bed slumps back to a mundane state, the covers wet with mucus and pierced in a circle with ragged holes. Oswald is slick with musty slime.

Hearing Oswald's scream through the wall, Zoe darts out and flings open his door.

He has tumbled out of his bed onto the floor. Through some miracle he is not frozen to his new spot.

Zoe, holding her gun at the ready while carefully not pointing it at anyone, "What's going on? Oswald? Are you okay?"

She's confused about whether he's just had a .... very sweaty nightmare? Or something else.

"It was -- the bed -- I --" He looks at the bed. It has not transformed back into a monster. "No, just a second ago, it was--"

Deep breath. "It had a lot more teeth and tongue a minute ago."

She will immediately check whether anyone else is harmed and then - " - where's Mordred?"

Zoe starts inspecting their beds for signs of Mordred was eaten.

"Maybe we should get... another warding stone? Sleep in the same room?"

(In his defense he definitely told Lev where he was going.)

"We don't know how to charge it?"

"There were ones carved into Montgomery's house. Maybe we could break one off, like this one was from that rock in Ethiopia?"

well did lev sleep through all this nonsense too

Lev is kind of too panicked to make words here!

Understandable! Have a nice day!

"Could we break one off Montgomery's house without getting shot up by guards, though?"

"I don't know but it's better than being eaten by your bed! We have to sleep sometimes!"

Does it look like Mordred got et.