“Who is she again?”
“We call her Mother.”
“Yes, but who is she?”
“Mother. That’s all.”
“You don’t understand. I need to know her bloodline, her ancestors, her descendants. It’s important!”
“I’m sorry, what do you mean?”
“Why is it important? What is the difference?”
“It is of no consequence. She will still be of us. She will still love and be loved in return. She will still be Mother.”
The man stared, swallowed. The grey eyes stared back, unblinking.
“Come. Come and be with us. Meet Mother. Just be.”
The man stood, feeling strangely at peace. He allowed himself to be drawn in, to meet Mother.
His research could wait.