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_{[The feed starts with a sickening crack of a clam shell being smashed against a rock, long fingers prying the shell open with ease. The poor clam is scooped out of its shell and eaten immediately before the shell is tossed carelessly away into the sea water. Syrena's hair is wet and windswept and she tucks part of it behind an ear, scraping a nail against the surface of the rock she's leaning on. Part of her golden tail can be seen for a moment as she lifts it up to splash some water on her back before letting it fall back into the sea water behind her.

She seems, if anything, a little troubled. If she is though, it doesn't show much.]}

There is something I do not understand.

_{[She pulls herself up a bit on the rock then, cradling her face in her palms as she stares at the NV, elbows propped up on the rock and her long hair keeping what would be a rather bare chest out of sight for now.]}

There was a ritual held on the beach this morning. A man and a woman were dressed in white clothes and a man who spoke in the name of God joined them together. I do not recall every word shared but their hearts and souls became one and the same. That is what the man in black and white said to the man and woman. There was music and laughter, movement and song. I wished to sing with them but I did not. I stayed silent and hidden.

Their ritual seemed sacred.

_{[She seems a little forlorn at this if not a tad bit jealous of the happiness she'd witnessed earlier, letting her gaze trail away from the NV to the wet surface of the rock.]}

But I do not understand. What was this ritual? Why were they, until that moment, incomplete? Am I incomplete? I was told that I have a soul, but I do not understand what that means. I was told that I was one of God's creatures, but I do not know of God.

I knew nothing of these things until Philip. Even now, I am ignorant.

How can one who does not know what a soul is have one? How would another person know if one possesses one? It is an important thing, a soul, is it not? If it was not, I do not think Philip would have tried to save people's souls.

_{[She rakes her nails across the surface of the rock before looking back at the NV.]}

If I have a soul, what is it to me? I do not know.

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It is nice. _{[She agrees, swimming over to lift her arms over the edge of the dock, hanging off it.]} The sun has been warm to bask in today.

I can imagine.

[She leans back on her hands, closing her eyes and tilting her face to the sun.]

So, it's been a little while. Has anyone else answered your post yet?

I was told that I have a soul and monsters such as myself go to Purgatory.

_{[Thanks Crowley.]}

People have answered, but I do not understand.

[She frowns at her.]

Who told you that?

A demon. Castiel tells him about Heaven.

[S I G H]

Just ignore him, honey. Come here.

How can I ignore him? It is the truth, is it not?

Only in our world.

[She beckons.]

Come here, let me braid your hair.

_{[Syrena is quiet for a moment before hoisting herself up onto the dock, sitting carefully on its edge, fingers curled around the wood. Her tail hangs off the side, dipped into the water. She's not looking at Mary though - her gaze is fixed below.]}

But it cannot be only in your world. Philip spoke of God and souls to me. He spoke of saving souls. If it did not matter, if it was not the same, why would he have spoken of it?

[She scoots over and shifts around so she's positioned properly. A comb comes out of her purse that she holds clamped between her teeth while she picks up Syrena's hair and starts to comb her fingers through it.]

A lot of worlds talk about God. Ours is probably unique in how the afterlife works. Heaven, Hell, Purgatory- it's different.

I'm sure in your world, anyone with a soul can go to Heaven or Hell.

Maybe before Philip, nobody ever bothered to tell a mermaid about God.

_{[It feels nice to have fingers in her hair and she focuses on the sensation. Back home it would have been a daily occurrence, to have her hair toyed or played with. It was a social activity among her sisters to indulge in such things. It strengthened bonds and respect amongst one another.

Syrena misses it more than most things. She truly does. There isn't any way Mary could understand how soothing it was to her.]}

Before Philip, I doubt any man would have had the chance to speak to a mermaid for very long, if at all.

_{[Except Jack Sparrow. But he was an exception. He was in a category of his very own.]}

[Mary can tell Syrena likes it, so she spits the comb out on the dock and forgoes braiding in favor of just.. playing with her hair for a while.]

What did they tell you about marriage?

People told me that it is something humans do when they are lovers. When they want to commit to one another.

But I do not understand such a concept.

What don't you understand?

Love.

Oh.

Um... how do you feel about your sisters?

I respect them.

_{[But it doesn't extend far past that really and from the tone of her voice, that should be apparent. Within a species that knew nothing of kindness or compassion, how could love truly exist or evolve?]}

What about Philip?

Philip...?

_{[She goes quiet at the thought of him. The two hadn't exchanged many words and yet, something had grown between the two of them. Be it out of necessity or circumstance, something had been there. He had set her free and she in turn had saved him.]}

He taught me of kindness and compassion...He set me free when other men had left me to burn under the sun's rays. He said that I had saved him and had begged me to forgive him.

_{[It's clear enough by her voice that she thinks fondly of him, if not misses him. She tends not to think about him. She doesn't want to.]}

He was different.

Different how? What did you think about him? What do you think you'd do for him, or want with him?

[She tugs on her hair gently, in carding her fingers through it.]

He was different. He protects.

_{[Shoulders began to relax as she pressed back on her palms, focusing more on the feel of fingers instead of the words.]}

I do not know. I forgave him and soon after, I arrived here.

_{[It may have been the beginnings of love, the first planted seeds...but they hadn't the time to truly be watered and cared for. The opportunity simply had never had the chance to exist.]}

okay.... well.

Just imagine if you had known him longer. You cared about him, right? He was kind, he had a personality and a heart that was beautiful and made you want to get closer and learn more, right?

I cared, yes.

He made me shed a tear.

Love starts out like that. You meet and connect with someone who cares about you, who you care about, and the more time you spend together, the more you care about each other, the more you know about each other, until one day you wake up and realize that you'd do anything for him, and that you want to be with him forever.

[Her hands went still in Syrena's hair about three sentences ago, and even now she's staring into space.]

It's about being close to someone- mating is just part of it.

...I see.

_{[She picked at her nails quietly, staring at the end of her tail fin.]}

I will never have that.

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