She kept her cheek against his shoulder, her voice low and warm, as if they were the only two in the chamber.
"I can feel it, you know. My Dream Immensity grows on everything you feel, and it whispers to me while it grows. Other Immense Ones. Distant Legacies. Shards of IT, humming somewhere far off. You want to move on all of them eventually, I think. So you'll need to decide who goes where, and who is worth sending."
She tightened her grip, very slightly.
"Tell me how we can be of use to you."
A pause.
"Tell me how I can be of use."
She didn't just want to be a useless bitch hanging off his arm while he did everything that mattered. What she wanted was to be something he held. Something sharp. Something he could point at the impossible and watch it break. She had built her entire Dream Immensity around that. Every Ego. Every emotion. Her whole Everything, pointed at him, so that one day she would be sharp enough to cut a road for his dream!
