“It’s time to let go,” says the Being of Sound Mind and Body gently.
“But I made them myself,” says Lutwidge, letting the little codicils scurry up her arms, along her shoulders and into her pockets. “I’d miss them. Some of them won contests–”
“You have to revoke them,” says the Being. “It’s the only way the ritual works.”
With an undersigh, she begins to scoop them into the revoking bin. “I wish I didn’t have to. My old testament wasn’t bad, really.”
“The new will be better,” the Being assures her. “And I promise this one can be your last.”