“I’m a hired killer, not some f*****g artist,” Jade continued to protest. “I can barely draw stick figures. My abilities are limited to battle maps.”
“So-called realism is of no importance,” Harmony told her. “Since all is illusion anyway, why should it matter whether your representation looks like the commonly accepted vision of it? What matters to us is the expression, the view of this illusion called life that only you possess. By placing your view on the wall, you help us conquer that illusion—and who knows, perhaps you will help yourself conquer it as well.”
Metaphysical bullshit. That’s all they deal in around here. But they did seem sincere, and her muscles were starting to get a little sore from all the carrying. She was in excellent physical condition, but this overhead work tax
