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“I’m sorry, but this is a fate that you can not escape.”
The All-Mother’s voice bounces in her skull, the words only getting louder the further she strays from the temple, strays from Callisto. The words are so loud, Pandora can’t think on most of the days and it takes seventeen days for Callisto to orbit Jupiter and it takes twelve years for Jupiter to orbit the sun.
It has been years since she had her mind to herself, the price of being a vessel. The sudden loss of body, the intrusive thoughts, the subtle changing of form.
Changes that she didn’t make.
Pandora chuckles. It’s a deep guttural chuckle, a humourless one. A clawed thumb brushes over a wooden figurine of the goddess that plagues her mind. Pandora twitches her nose, as if someone was smothering her.
She wanted to break it but it would only hurt her. Whatever harm she inflicts on the All-Mother, it comes back to her tenfold.
If Pandora broke the figure, it would surely end up with her in a pool of blood. She glances towards the door. She can hear the faint conversations between the crewmates of the Space Motel.
The voices are indistinguishable. She hardly remembers their voices with the All-Mother in her head.
“How long would it take them to find my body? Would they care? Would they grieve?”
Placing the figurine back on her dresser, the smothering feeling is gone but she wishes it was still there but even a monster fears death.
“Course not. Who would grieve for Pandora the Destroyer?”