A response from Green Judy's Simon to the photoshoot Ashes Unto Ashes.
Umbrae, I want to tell you a story...
...a story about fire.
I...have a gift for fire.
I am good at all kinds of magic. Illusions, summonings, transmutations--the all-sorts of wizarding--
But I know my way through fire.
It's...the fire...was raised out of me, a long time ago...I am not as old as you are, Umbrae...but I am not...meant to be alive.
When the kindly burghers razed my family's house, when they tore apart my mother's body, when they stoned me..."the white-haired devil"...those kindly ones...
They found me...persistent.
And I found fire.
Umbrae--I did not let them escape. They killed my mother, burned my house. So I burned...
I burned even the memory of the place.
This is why I can't afford to be deluded about the thing that animates me now. This fire.
My friend...
I passed through your reflection, coming here. I tasted your life.
And Umbrae...if I am a candle that can't be snuffed...what does that make you, who are so much older, so much more perilous?
My dear...we remain. Our hearts remain. Our hatreds. We...are dangerous things, Umbrae, and you are no more ashes...than I am.
