Editing Character: nuShrike (section)

==Whispers 5: the Glory of the Neverborn==
Shrike does not speak of what passed between her and the Lover at the Fortress of Crimson Ice. Even Frost does not ask, and even to him she will not tell. But she's heard them now, the Whispers of the Neverborn, echoing out from their hole in the world, the crack in reality caused by their impossible dying. And she can't get them to stop. Sometimes she can close her eyes and tune them out, immersing herself instead in the golden hymns her Cult sings to her, but the Whispers are always waiting for her. Sometimes she gives in to them. Especially when she's tired and confused and frustrated and out of her depth: the Whispers come then, suggesting solutions. Elegant ones. Harmless ones, really, just a little bit unorthodox. That little bit... unusual. Bending numbers using equations she can't quite remember. Flexing muscles she's never bothered to develop. Tapping knowledge she's never acquired, telling stories she's never heard. <br>
Harmless, surely.