With the other eye, he observed another pair in another set of trees; they were bonding nicely, and beginning to explore. He concluded that it would be best to leave them to their little excursion for the meantime; he was holding them in reserve, ready to be shoved into either on of the two scenes unfolding. But to entertain them while they were waiting, he turned the ground beneath their feet to ice; painting a frozen tundra under them. It was at the forefront of the fatherās mind, so what better to give him?
The corporeal form in the Red Hat had not moved, despite his attention being so divided, nor did he miss any of the events unfolding in the little drama he was participating in personally. The actor in the Red Hat was stunningly pleased with his own performance, especially when directing elsewhere.
His response to the clay being was accompanied by a cryptic smile.
āA question asked by every sentient creature since there were words to ask it with. Who would I be to answer it for them? Self discovery works only if oneās discoveries are made unaided. You have asked the crucial question, of course, but the only answer that can legitimately be given is āwhy do YOU think you are here?ā.ā
When the symbiotic soldier fell, he didnāt so much as flinch. He replaced the pain with a fierce joy, threading it with the threat of the pain returning if obedience was not observed. That particular child wanted to act like a wild beast? The trainer in the Red Hat cared little, but a beast was instructed with none of the subtlety and compassion that a child would have received.
It was a simple theory, yet an affective one: show them pain, so much that they couldnāt stand it, then wash them with a beautiful joy, to make the pain seem that much more terrible. None would desire the return of the pain, and it made them that much more compliant.
The girl, the butterfly with painted wings that convinced herself that she was fierce, had not spoken in some time, but the schoolmaster in the Red Hat let her be; he was curious of her silence, and wanted to hear just what she said when the words finally sprung from her young mouth.
Sam had to think long and hard before he came up with an answer to that, wanting to sound wise, rather than confused and scared. The being beside him wasnāt picking up on anything untoward, and Sam himself was jumping at shadows and the slightest rustle of the leaves; he was beginning to feel paranoid.
āWe should head in a set direction, and keep to it.ā He said at length. āIf we keep going, thereās a chance of finding something or someone of use. We need to think about how weāre going to live here as well: shelter, water, food and warmth. Shelter isnāt too much of a problem at the moment, because the conditions are mild, and weāre covered by the trees, and thereās dry leaves and twigs to make a fire if it gets cold when the sun sets. Food and water are going to be more difficult, water especially so, so we need to think about tracking down a stream.ā
It sounded so organised, and he was proud of himselfā¦ for about three seconds, which was enough time for the entire world to change under his feet.