Homeless of course

[soulforged]

Why do you keep making journals you shall never use? "The name I wanted most was free" is an absolutely abominable excuse. This is a nuisance. Cease your pestering and leave me to my studies, woman!

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[soulforged]

*sniff* Even a charlatan may gather worshipers if their farce is convicing enough.

[leafonthewind]

I'd say so too, except... that I've been to a lot of worlds in my day, and I've never met anyone who's so good at acting like my mother.

[He pauses for a minute, and it's clear that there's more to it than he's saying, but his eyes have a faraway look to them - like he really has been touched by a god.]

Plus I'm not dead, and there's really no way I couldn't be dead unless it was her.

[soulforged]

*watching the other's face for a moment, he finally shrugs, supposing it's possible enough that this goddess is the real thing. He knows nothing of Wash's circumstances, but the followers of the false gods he spent so much time exposing rarely turned up looking as profoundly affected as this.*

Touched by a goddess you may have been, but do not follow her blindly. Or you will prove yourself a true fool after all.

[leafonthewind]

[Wash gives Raistlin a look that very clearly says 'Go teach your grandmother to suck eggs.']

You don't have to tell me that.