THE WEAVE:
Saturn and V
take a break, from weighing
the Feather, against the Heart…
"So, how many personalities, do you actually have?" Saturn asks, hoping to chat with V, over a sandwich. "25, so far, but some of them are pretty underdeveloped. And that's if you clump the Knights together, into One, and not including Lucifer, Handiboi, or Pudding." "I've never known you to exclude personalities before," Saturn trails, "Why don't you include the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost?" "They are derivatives," V shrugs, "I've never spoken for them. I suck them up, like Kirby, from outside of me, but they write their own Tales. That's all it takes, really to be an individual," she says, as she takes a bite. "What truly comes from outside of you, V?" Saturn asks her, but her mouth is full. She chews. She swallows, "I think, probably, a lot, of subliminal messaging, but Saturn, on my lunch break, I'd really like to eat, if you don't mind," Vesta pleads, "Court is an awful lot like a maze, and the maze alWays makes me hungry."
Planetary Signatures 