"Do you believe in angels, Julian?"
"No. I--I don't know...why?"
Silitha sighed. "I don't know. I just watned to know what you thought."
"Well, I don't know, Sil. I'm not very into the whole religion, God thing. You know?"
"Yeah...it's just...God, I don't know, Julian. IT's been bugging me. The idea of angels. not in the goodness halo sense. Just--messengers." Her eyes flashed up to Julian's.
"Messengers?"
"Yeah. Just as messengers."
"Why? i mean, what--what kind of messages?"
Anything. The abstract, the concrete. Anything. The world. I just, aaah, just antyhing. Messages...messages. What are we, what aren't we? What is the universe?"
Julian scratched his head and furrowed his brow.
"I don't know, Silitha. You're losing me. What are you getting at?"
"I see them, Julian. I mean really see them. Everywhere. Like a delusion. Not a dream. Like a delusion but more."
"What do you mean?"
"It's like a feeling, a glimpse. And I ask why. They don't really answer."
"Ask why what?"
"Why they speak. To me. Why they speak to me."
"You think the angels speak to you?"
"I know they do. But I can't figure out whether they're real or delusion. And does it matter in the end?"
"Ever thought of seeing someone about this, Sil?"
"Yeah. But would it help any?"
"Won't find out 'til you try, huh?"