The Lemniscates

19. Irène and Médée.

- Hello Médée.

- You? But how? You must be dead!

- We never really die.

- Pity.

- Be careful what you say and to whom you speak.

- Otherwise what?

- If not? I don't threaten. I don't need it.

- You, more than anyone, should be dead. Even Judas is a poor reference next to you.

- Make yourself a favor and refrain you to comment on a subject that you nothing about.

- I was here. I saw them fall one after the other. But you, rather than fight, you flee. Why have abandoned them?

- I'm afraid I cannot answer that question.

- Because you don't know?

- Oh no. I know perfectly why.

- So why?

- I simply don't have the right to.

- The right? Since when should a goddess ask permission? Unless...

- You're free to speculate as much as you want. But I'm not here to talk about me. I need you to open a gate.

- You also want to leave us?

- It would be difficult. But no, I have to talk to the Elders.

- Which ones?

- The Guardians.

- You are crazy?

- MÉDÉE!

- I'm sorry.

- Don't think I forgive everything. It would be a mistake.

- Yes Madam. Excuse me. But you cannot go see them. They won't allow it. And even if you cross the threshold, they would destroy you just for having done so.

- I am fully aware of the risks and the consequences are going far beyond anything you can imagine. There's a reason we avoid them for so long.

- Yes. They are crazy fanatics. Chosen by God to keep the Sanctuary. All those who tried to approach them died before they even manage to open a portal.

- I know.

- Don't think that because you are a goddess, they will hesitate. You are nothing to them.

- I am grateful to you for you to worry about my well being, but even the gods have to take risks. This is the first thing that the gods learn: Nothing is eternal.

- But...

- Open the gate, Médée.