Starved Beast. Part 6

She took the weight from her leg and sat upon a large boulder. She was still a little distance from me but she was calmer, lighter, but still half in darkness and half in reflection of the light.

"I know what it's like to lose someone you love," she sniffed somberly, looking around and studying the layout of my home, admiring its domed ceiling and its thousands of dagger like stalactites.

The fact that she was looking at it made me look too, and as we both sat reflectively considering the heaven above us, I told her that I called this particular ceiling 'the Cathedral' because I felt that its stalactites connected me to God.

I think she was surprised by that. She'd assumed that I was incapable of possessing spirituality and soul, and so I spoke to her about the women I've been privileged to meet in the catacombs. They're dead, of course, but I talk to them and confide my innermost feelings and desires, and they talk back. I'm sure of it.

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