The Hand That Mocked Them

Hieronymus's brow furrowed. "How do you mean?"

"Just because you believe you have a full and autonomous mind doesn't mean that's true," he pointed out.

"And how do you know you yourself are sentient?' Hieronymus countered.

"I cannot ever fully know, but I do know I was not created for any particular purpose. Your situation and mine are not comparable."

"No, but I don't think sentience comes into that argument because neither of us can properly prove we're sentient. I'm a lower being without a doubt, but I believe I can think and make decisions of my own accord."

"Perhaps."

He snorted and settled down.

Kivvien rolled his eyes and went back to studying the trees.

(Wanna skip?)

(where to?)

(Maybe close to the end of the journey?)

(Around when they're entering the town or at the cottage?"

(How about the town? Will Kivvien have softened up or anything? Oh! How about we stop at the inn a day from here?)

(oh yes, they still have to work on the corpse in the back of the cart, I believe Kivvien may soften up a little when working with him, so an inn a day from where they are now or a day from their destination would work)

(Okay! And he doesn't have to soften up if you don't want; I was just curious.)

(Want me to start?)