For a second Atlas said nothing. Then his chest shook and a cracked laugh came out of him, loud enough to bounce around the fissures.
"Haha. The balls on you, Dreamer. I like you."
He wiped at nothing under his eye and settled back onto the staff, still grinning, though the grin thinned out as he went.
Yes, I was grand. And existence is full of things that do not care how grand you are.| He shrugged. |When they came for me it was not a duel. Many of them pooled everything they had just to get through, and even that was not enough to break the foundation. They had to use IT.|
BOOOM!
The word dropped!
IT is a strange thing,| Atlas said. |The ones in the high seats cannot even hold it. They try to weave it in and their hands blister and their weavings come apart. I could hold it. There have only ever been a handful of us who could. That was the whole problem. They turned the one thing I could carry and they could not into the thing that broke my weavings.|
