Chapter 237: Gender and genderless
When Cass took in a deep breath, it didn’t feel like he was trying to breathe while it was 40 degrees Celsius outside. He felt...normal. His lungs filled, expanded, and when he exhaled, he felt normal.
It almost felt like the torture he had gone through before this was...an illusion.
Cass looked up at the statue, his expression thoughtful as he did so, before he nodded. Alright. So, that wasn’t too terrible of a reward. Not too much, not too little. Letting him exist in the temple normally was...pretty nice.
Cass slowly got to his feet, his legs like jello under him when a set of hands caught him before he collapsed.
"Careful. You’ve been kneeling for a while." It was Edgar, his voice soft as he caught him. "How was...your chat?" He was trying so hard to be normal about this, but as someone who had never spoken to the gods, he was vibrating to hear how it went.
Cass really, really wanted to tell him that he was rude to the gods, behaved terribly, and got away with it, but then thought about where he was and how this was home turf.
He needed to not pick fights on home turf. He’d done that once when he had been younger, and dumber. It had not worked out.
He didn’t like seeing the look on his sister’s face when he’d come home battered and bleeding with a broken arm. He also hadn’t liked feeling helpless.
"I think it went well." Cass said instead. "I can finally feel like I can breathe." Cass told him. "Could even take off my gloves I’m pretty sure." Cass glanced at Edgar, taking in his glowing expression before he turned back to the statue before him. He was pretty sure that was who he had been speaking to. "Hey, what’s that god’s name?" Cass asked, pointing to the statue and Edgar grew a little flustered.
"You...don’t know?" He asked and Cass gave Edgar a look.
"Do you think we learned about gods in my home?" Cass asked with maybe too much sass in his voice, but Edgar’s surprised face was too comical for him to feel that way for long.