Seth
“You can come out now Beta Seth,” says a voice. The voice is calm and light. The owner of the voice even chuckles a little while still continuing his activities of chopping woods. Unbothered.
I chuckle with him as I make myself visible, raising my hands up in the air in a mock surrender. “I thought I was being super quiet,” I say to him with a grin.
The owner of the voice, Beta Roger, smiles back. “You were,” he says, giving me the credit. “It’s just that I’ve been in this place for six years. I know the dynamic of my whole surrounding. Your presence is not part of it, something is off. I could feel it hours ago.”
Now I laugh. “Yet, you let me stand in a corner like an i***t,” I point out. “You are a cruel son of a bitch.”
Beta Roger laughs with me. “Come on, don’t tell me you di
