The idea that their world had been created by someone else was difficult enough to comprehend. Learning that its creator was Frey, someone she had traveled alongside and considered a companion, made it even harder.
But as she thought about Snow's words, something began to bother her.
Not the revelation itself.
His interpretation of it.
"Snow... You're wrong."
His expression hardened.
"About what?"
"About us being tools."
Snow stared at her.
"Didn't you hear what I said?"
"I heard every word and I don't agree with you."
Snow looked at her in disbelief.
"If what you saw is true, then yes, Frey created this world and everyone in it."
"But what does that change?"
Snow frowned.
"What does that change? Are you serious?"
Uriel stepped closer.
"Tell me something. Who decided that we should come here?"
Snow hesitated.
"Frey told us to investigate this place."
"That's not what I asked."
She looked directly at him.
"Who decided to follow his suggestion?"
