Chapter 27 page 6 ~ So we couldn’t do that without at least 15 more major characters.
Bianca: This means another one could be made now, right? Since the Mouse was . . . destroyed.
Rosen: Who can say? The world has changed in other ways. Even the battle-spaces have ruins in them now. The human population has grown thirty-fold since the last Being was made. Perhaps our power is divided too thinly for fewer than thirty of us to make another.
Cohen: Probably for the best. We’re not great at taking care of the ones we have already.
Timothy: It’s as if we made them to need the kind of connection that some humans get from a relationship with God . . . and then put ourselves in that role instead. When we get it right, they’re happy, but of course we can’t help falling short sometimes.
Jany: I thought the point of this story was that there is no God. Or at least, not anymore. Now there’s just us.
Timothy: Yes, but that part is depressing, so I’m trying not to think about it yet.
Uh, Cohen, are you alright? That self-flagellation is kinda ruining a perfectly good suit.
And poor Timothy. It has to suck, reaching for God and knowing you’ll ever fall short because there just aren’t enough cast members.
I’m surprised that Timothy isn’t also feeling guilty about some small little thing that he thinks caused all this.
Nah, they’re more of a ‘happened to’ sort of person. None of this nonsense can be laid at Timothy’s feet, unlike, say, Ann Walker, and I’m pretty sure they grok that. I’m more surprised they’re not incredibly bitter over having their whole life upturned, but I guess part of the whole nature of Beings is that they serve as a pillar for people to lean on in times of need, and petting a Cat is always a good way to make life sensible again.
Uh-oh. Looks like the Wolf is listening in on Timothy and Jany’s end. This could be bad.