There's school tomorrow, and she really doesn't want to go to bed yet, the book just got good, but she will, she supposes. She walks up to her mum, kisses her on the forehead, then goes to her bedroom, closing the door behind her.
...
........
She grabs the book again, goes to bed, and resumes her reading. Just one more chapter.
"I asked what the matters were, not how many they were. Not that that would've answered that question, either."
"The Choice."
The thing on her back has a smile in its voice. It smells of burning leaves and cracked asphalt.
"Really. Is that so." She doesn't giggle, because giggling at an evil shadow demon is unseemly, but. Running out of questions is not a thing that will happen anytime soon. "And what happens when I run out of questions?"
"Of course you will. And what happens when you choose? Or I choose, for that matter? Please don't say 'it depends on the choice,' I'm asking if there's a general thing or something."
"What." Pause. "Your world? The one with the Creator and the Law and stuff?"
"When you said the Law existed since the beginning of time, was it the beginning of the time in your world?"
"...huh. Okay, that's just weird. Now, run out of questions, does that mean you have to answer all my questions, then?"
"Okay... are there any rules about you and questions I might ask, and if so, what are they?"
Because this shadow demon thing is being suspiciously helpful. Relative to what she'd normally expect, at any rate.
"I am obligated to answer any question about the Choice truthfully. I am not obligated to tell you what questions to ask."
"...well you're terribly helpful! Can I get pen and paper and write down questions and answers?"
"Not even if you're holding onto me all the time to make sure I won't run away?"
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