“He’s not /my/ Jesus.”  Amuné scowled.  “There is no such thing as a god, and from what you say, you are not an angel either, whatever word you may choose to use.  And if aliens is truly correct, then divinity of any nature would not be.  Religion is a tool -- perhaps a necessary one, and one I will not deprive others of, but make no mistake about my beliefs.
“Easy there,” her friend murmured in her ear, before lifting his voice to address Mouse.  “She gets pissy when people assume she’s religious.”
“I get understandably annoyed when people forget not everyone is like them,” Amuné snapped, but she relented with a sigh.  “Sorry.  ...A species that has easy access to magic like that is interesting, I suppose.”  [i]And frightening,[/i] she added mentally.  Even if they were generally good, something she had no reason to believe, a single one that wished to wreak havoc could cause so much destruction....  The thought triggered something, a brief vision, but what she saw didn’t seem to have any bearing on what was going on, so she discarded it.

She was not fond of the subway.  She’d learned, long ago, that it was best to always have an escape route, and an underground train had very limited options, none of them very good.  Not to mention being underground always made her vaguely uneasy.  Still, Amuné followed Mouse onto the train.  Orion was not unexpected.  The demon was a surprise.  She put her case on the overhead rack before sliding into the seat after Jareth, glancing over at Tsitua and the unknown woman as they arrived.  Despite believing that she’d made the right choice, the young Seer was tense.  Was she being forced out of her depth?  And if so, how far?

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