asked blankly. "The Walking Flowers?"
"No, the humans."
I stopped walking, and she skidded to a halt beside me. We were only a few blocks from my apartment, and I'd been hurrying in hopes of getting away from her, though likely as not, she'd invite herself in. But her question caught me off guard.
"The humans?"
"Yes. Do you pity them?"
"Don't you?"
"No. They were quite the brutal race. They were lucky to survive each other as long as they did."
"Not every one of them was bad."
"It was a predilection of their genetics. Brutality was part of their species. But you pity them, it seems."
"It's a lot to lose, don't you think?" I gestured around us. We stood in a parklike space between two ivy-covered dormitories. The deep green of the ivy was pleasing to the eye, especially in contrast to the faded red of the old bricks. The air was golden and soft, and the smell of the ocean gave a briny edge to the honey sweet fragrance of the flowers in the bushes. The breeze caressed the bare skin of my arms. "In your other lives, you can't have felt anything so vivid. Wouldn't you pity anyone who had this taken from them?" Her expression stayed flat, unmoved. I made an attempt to draw her in, to make her consider another viewpoint. "Which other worlds have you lived on?"
She hesitated, then squared her shoulders. "None. I've only lived on Earth."
That surprised me. She was as much a child as Robert. "Only one planet? And you chose to be a Seeker in your first life?"
She nodded once, her chin set.
"Well. Well, that's your business." I started walking again. Maybe if I respected her privacy, she would return the favor.
"I spoke to your Comforter."
And maybe not, Melanie thought sourly.
"What?" I gasped.
"I gather you've been having more trouble than just accessing the information I need. Have you considered trying another, more pliable host? She suggested that, did she not?"
"Kathy wouldn't tell you anything!"
The Seeker's face was smug. "She didn't have to answer. I'm very good at reading human expressions. I could tell when my questions struck a nerve."
"How dare you? The relationship between a soul and her Comforter -"
"Is sacrosanct, yes; I know the theory. But the acceptable means of investigation don't seem to be working with your case. I have to get creative."
"You think I'm keeping something from you?" I demanded, too angry to control the disgust in my voice. "You think I confided that to my Comforter?"
My anger didn't faze her. Perhaps, given her strange personality, she was used to such reactions.
"No. I think you're telling me what you know... But I don't think you're looking as hard as you could. I've seen it before. You're growing sympathetic to your host. You're letting her memories unconsciously direct your own desires. It's probably too late at this point. I think you'd be more comfortable moving on, and maybe someone else will have better luck with her."
"Hah!" I shouted. "Melanie would eat them alive!"
Her expression froze in place.
She'd had no idea, no matter what she thought she'd discerned from Kathy. She'd thought Melanie's influence was from memories, that it was unconscious.
"I find it very interesting that you speak of her in the present tense."
I ignored that, trying to pretend I hadn't made a slip. "If you think someone else would have better luck breaking into her secrets, you're wrong."
"Only one way to find out."
"Did you have someone in mind?" I asked, my voice frigid with aversion.
She grinned. "I've gotten permission to give it a try. Shouldn't take long. They're going to hold my host for me."
I had to breathe deeply. I was shaking, and Melanie was so full of hate that she was past words. The idea of having the Seeker inside me, even though I knew that I would not be here, was so repugnant that I felt a return of last week's nausea.
"It's too bad for your investigation that I'm not a skipper."
The Seeker's eyes narrowed. "Well, it does certainly make this assignment drag on. History was never of much interest to me, but it looks like I'm in for a full course now."
"You just said that it was probably too late to get any more from her memories," I reminded her, struggling to make my voice calm. "Why don't you go back to wherever you belong?"
She shrugged and smiled a tight smile. "I'm sure it is too late... for voluntary information. But if you don't cooperate, she might just lead me to them