“Cora.” Lea said. “A name. But what are you? A daughter of the fallen? Child of Adam and Eve? The children of Adam and Eve do not come here.”
Cora noticed they hadn’t said that humans weren’t allowed here, which was the impression she’d gotten. Sometimes it was what wasn’t said that was more meaningful. The unstated.
“I am me.” Cora. “Whatever I choose to be. Whatever I desire to be in any given moment. Not what others want or need me to be. My virtues and sins are entirely my own. It was my will that choice that path I walk, not the will of another, and the consequences belong to me as well. Which makes any virtue or sin greater, because it was what I chose. Which is as it should be. There can be no virtue or sin without choice. Without the agency to choose neither can be reached. You
