“I wish it wasn’t so terribly complicated, lad, but I’m afraid it’s the way of things.” He’s grateful that Gavroche has moved to comfort Scout; Achilles still isn’t sure he’s earned the boy’s trust enough to hazard a hand on his shoulder.
Achilles looks down at his hands and thinks of Prometheus forming humans, or Molossus with his frogs. “People begin as round, perfect lumps of clay. From the moment they draw their first breath, the world begins to dig in its fingers and shape them. One side of a person’s form might appear beautiful and perfect, while another is twisted, scarred.”
The boys are frustrated by one thing in particular. “The longer a person lives, the more they change into something complicated and confusing. Like Lamb.”
His fingertips return to the shell bracelet. “With enough work—with help from others—we can shape ourselves in new ways. But it takes time and patience. The world’s influence is strong.”
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Achilles looks down at his hands and thinks of Prometheus forming humans, or Molossus with his frogs. “People begin as round, perfect lumps of clay. From the moment they draw their first breath, the world begins to dig in its fingers and shape them. One side of a person’s form might appear beautiful and perfect, while another is twisted, scarred.”
The boys are frustrated by one thing in particular. “The longer a person lives, the more they change into something complicated and confusing. Like Lamb.”
His fingertips return to the shell bracelet. “With enough work—with help from others—we can shape ourselves in new ways. But it takes time and patience. The world’s influence is strong.”