Brooklyn thought for a moment. She might not have helped a complete stranger on a whim, nor gone out of her way to foil an enemy when she had something better to do, but, in this case she thought she could do both at once.
She decided to send one more message to departing remnant girl.
{Hey, Darksome. It's me!
This is much so a surprise upon me as you, but one as I feels a needful desire to go both good and ill-Kurn says the most most highwise divine'd rulers o' greatsome deeds must be'balance-one so for the friend, one so for the stranger, one for the foeman.
So, as you know, I was watching you indirectlike and so viddied an interest of sight. This, viddy you, this so!
(Brooklyn smoothly inserted a video clip of the same view her drone had just recorded-showing pretty clearly the man, putting something in the back of the girls neck)
And, how'll you ken that Reman you are with, is a badbucc of most dire vileness, what spit upon the uni ever all. I wouldn't trust upon him much so, but you's am not I's, are you? I knows him enough to know he's better cycled, and quicklike. Might'en you be'shoot him, we'd all be'reath a moit o' cleansiness o' Otes.
Yet, hey hey, so perhaps this is a thing you are obso'o on, and so then expectings. Pray you walk into a Hells of your own choosings, maymay? Still so, I appo-mere, thoughtwise you could stand to see what's on, be'pos yous nicey earloops. Use such portents this one sends down, as you might, or might do so not.
Fortu!}
...
Having done so, she sent a message to Medulla.
{Bythe, you belovey big metal head, I owes you sep o' favorful laterso. Spec spec.}
Medulla would probably know (or not, depending on how much she had studied the religion of Kurn) that Brooklyn tended to offer her random favors and gifts to satisfy the requirement of a friend in the 'Most Highwise Divine'd Rulers o' Greatsome Be'balance', as she called it-in simpler terms, the Rule of Three.
For whatever reason, Kurn loved her followers to show balance in action and thought. Usually if you did a bad thing, you had to do something good to clean your plate, as it was. Even more, you had to balance your deeds-between those who loved you, those who hated you, and those who didn't know you at all-friends, foes and strangers. These didn't have to be consecutive, strictly logical, or linear in time-the 'mercy' she had shown her mate by giving him a quick death, was in fact the only reason she had extended mercy to Medulla during their original meeting by not letting her 'die'.
She hadn't quite gotten around to finding an enemy to spare, yet, nor do a favor-though in her mind saving the world of Enceladus would qualify big time, at least in divine terms.
...
Others might wonder why someone so damned in the eyes of a Goddess, would be so strongly religious. The truth was-Brooklyn found that the wrathful, cruel and mostly imperceptible deity that was envisioned as Kurn pretty much satisfied what her idea of God was-further capricious, unhelpful and unreceptive to prayer or plea, and prone to destroy all you knew and cared for no reason at all, but a sense of grim cosmic amusement, divine literary symmetry, or just the roll of a pair of Holy Dice thundering across the skin of the universe. It paid to keep her amused, or she might make your life 'interesting'.
It wasn't so much she believed in Kurn, as she accepted some great divine force was truly behind all things that happened-and with that idea, she believed nothing other than a miserable Goddess like Kurn could possibly exist to do these things. It was the faith of a broken rib-the pain was one thing impossible not to believe in, once you had experienced it.
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