“How do you know about all this?” the Captain asks.
Love hesitates, looking for some acknowledgement from Hate. Then it says:
“The Librarians sent us. They had to salvage something from the ultimate nothingness that awaits this world, something that never dies: us. Passion must never die they said. If we live, then hope and life are eternal.”
“Who the hell do you think you are?” the King asks, “you’re not the center of the Universe, you’re conceited and I am a King. I know that you two will bring nothing but disaster, and that I can predict.”
“A dangerous combination,” Labaguette adds, “We all know what would happen if Hate decided to hate Love.”
“I promised I’d be true to myself,” Hate says, “but not when it comes to Love and I pledged to keep loving Love for as long as I live.”
“Hm,” Love continues, “that is why Hate was turned into a ‘written only’ word, but now—.”
“—I promised, that’s all there is to it,” Hate retorts.
“Besides you love me.”
“But you doubt it’ll last.”
“Don’t you talk like this!”
“Do you hate me?”
“Fuck!” Labaguette interrupts, “can you make yourselves useful, you goddamned pieces of nonsense?”
“We can show you a way out and you must trust me,” Hate says.
“Us,” Love says.
“Us,” Hate agrees.
“Ask the Book with No Name to call upon the ‘Book of Birds’. It’ll teach you how to fly.”
“No kidding!” Labaguette exclaims smoothing his white glittering feathers with some pride.
To be continued…©