Lev/Lyubov shrugs; their head feels full of fog and bafflement. Talking to Jean is about as bad as trying to study the Gemara with neither access to the text of the Mishnah nor a teacher to explain the logic. And as much as they feel for Jean, they're rapidly starting to realise that Jean's ignorance of Kabbalah, or at least Jean's ignorance of the weight of Kabbalah, might only be the seventh or eighth of Jean's problems right now.
The drink more of the coffee, savouring the taste.
"Thou make'st good coffee," they say, their tone deliberately mild. "Nu, like. Look. Mine husband's the one who could say if the dead can die again. Me? Feh. I know the laws of reciting kaddish and sitting shivah. But ... the place thou'rt describing ..." they pause, and their expression grows weary, filled with grief and anger both. "Of such places there are many, upon the Bones. Of the category, nu? But I recall not none what match the extent. Except nu, maybe in texts from people I should not read in the first place. Doom-missives from the worshippers of the Imperial Sun."
They smile; bringing up the apocalyptic literature of the Apollonian sun cult seems to be their idea of giving Jean the option to talk about lighter matters.
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Lev/Lyubov shrugs; their head feels full of fog and bafflement. Talking to Jean is about as bad as trying to study the Gemara with neither access to the text of the Mishnah nor a teacher to explain the logic. And as much as they feel for Jean, they're rapidly starting to realise that Jean's ignorance of Kabbalah, or at least Jean's ignorance of the weight of Kabbalah, might only be the seventh or eighth of Jean's problems right now.
The drink more of the coffee, savouring the taste.
"Thou make'st good coffee," they say, their tone deliberately mild. "Nu, like. Look. Mine husband's the one who could say if the dead can die again. Me? Feh. I know the laws of reciting kaddish and sitting shivah. But ... the place thou'rt describing ..." they pause, and their expression grows weary, filled with grief and anger both. "Of such places there are many, upon the Bones. Of the category, nu? But I recall not none what match the extent. Except nu, maybe in texts from people I should not read in the first place. Doom-missives from the worshippers of the Imperial Sun."
They smile; bringing up the apocalyptic literature of the Apollonian sun cult seems to be their idea of giving Jean the option to talk about lighter matters.