Jane sits on the rooftop. Her legs are through two gaps in the metal safety railing. What with the continuous lightning sheeting down from the clouds it isn\u2019t actually very safe.<\/p>\n
It coils around her. It shocks her. Then it relents, and trickles and flows across her outstretched hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t have to be wicked,\u201d Jane tells the nithrid, \u201cjust because the weather service tells you that you\u2019re bad, you know.\u201d<\/p>\n
It\u2019s a paraphrase of the Doom Team motto.<\/p>\n
The nithrid skirls around the roof. It sears her a little. It fries her eyes. Then Jane heals up.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can just,\u201d says Jane, \u201cyou can just be \u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
She thinks about this for a while.<\/p>\n
\u201c\u2018Andrea.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n
There\u2019s a pause in the swirling storm. It conveys certain concepts and images. Jane laughs.<\/p>\n
\u201cMartin said that too?\u201d she says, and then she laughs even more, because \u2014<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah,\u201d she agrees. \u201cHe is an utterly terrible <\/em>dancer. It\u2019s because he has two left feet.\u201d<\/p>\n The nithrid eddies. It expresses a concern. If you were to put it into words, it would go something like: but if I am not bad, if I am not wicked, then what am I? If I am not to slaughter through the world; to leave it burning and in ruins; if I am not to dance through the sky and lash among the streets and make an end to the blasphemies that are this world \u2014<\/em><\/p>\n It trickles off. The nithrid does not know how to continue.<\/p>\n Eventually it attempts to end its thought with, then for what reason was I born?<\/em><\/p>\n Jane ponders this.<\/p>\n \u201cThey\u2019d kill you,\u201d she says, \u201cin the end, you know. They beat the scissors. They can take you down.\u201d<\/p>\n The nithrid is skeptical. Jane shakes her head.<\/p>\n \u201cThey\u2019re a marvel,\u201d she says. \u201cThey\u2019re not moon-eating wolves or potato pancakes or giant world-killing storms or anything, but they\u2019re a marvel.\u201d<\/p>\n A wave of wind and water washes past.<\/p>\n They are quiet for a moment.<\/p>\n \u201cI want to too,\u201d Jane says, \u201cYou know. Sometimes. Sometimes I want to use my special powers as a . . . Taoist immortal, or whatever . . . to kill everybody. It would be so easy. I would rampage among them and leave them bloodied, broken, and savaged. I would tear the moon out of the sky and I would drink it down.\u201d<\/p>\n Jane likes to drink the moon. Well, eat the moon. Well, moon-shaped cookies.<\/p>\n Well, the cute little moon-shaped cookies that she pretends are the actual moon.<\/p>\n She likes to wolf them down.<\/p>\n And such is the longing on her face, and then the wry humor of it, that the nithrid asks a question. It crawls along her skin. It writes little words in the hairs that stand up on her arm. But Jane doesn\u2019t read them. She just shrugs.<\/p>\n \u201cBecause I don\u2019t have to,\u201d Jane explains.<\/p>\n The clouds boil. The nithrid seethes. There is flashing, distant, and thunder among the streets. Then all is still.<\/p>\n Jane pets the trails of lightning as they crawl along her arm.<\/p>\n \u201cWell,\u201d she concedes, softly, \u201cBeing a world-killing storm is probably OK, too.\u201d<\/p>\n And after a while, the storm is gone.<\/p>\n Jane stares out at the lightening sky.<\/p>\n Martin, who is leaning against the fire door even though it\u2019s not on fire, says, \u201c\u2018You don\u2019t have to be wicked just because the weather service tells you that you\u2019re bad?\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n Jane startles extravagantly.<\/p>\n Martin lifts an eyebrow.<\/p>\n Jane leans her head against the rail.<\/p>\n \u201cThey\u2019re awful influential,\u201d she says, \u201cYou know.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI see,\u201d says Martin.<\/p>\n \u201cI just think,\u201d she says, \u201cthat if you\u2019re gonna be wicked, that you should decide that for yourself. You know? Not because of Hans or anybody else. That\u2019s what I think. Not even you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d says Martin. \u201cI just don\u2019t know. I really like that girl who does the weather.\u201d<\/p>\n And summer ends.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Jane sits on the rooftop. Her legs are through two gaps in the metal safety railing. What with the continuous lightning sheeting down from the clouds it isn\u2019t actually very safe. It coils around her. It shocks her. 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