"This is nature's greatest gift," Amy says, which is bullshit but Jason's kind of bullshit, and Jason's like, "I thought they'd get all mushy!" Heh. She scrapes the powder out onto her black mirror, two red bumps. "See, the V adapts. It wants to be in us." He gets excited, but she starts all that made-up kludged together Amy Religion stuff again. "We honor Gaia and seek the deepest relationship to her..." To be whole. She says "Gaia" and it means "everything at once," without fear and without division: She's asking to be whole. She thinks drugs will do it. Amy makes me sad. She looks at him expectantly: "Oh yeah, uh, me, too. And Pluto can start being a planet again, connected to stuff." Just like Heaven.
"By taking the blood of the night into our bodies, we water the flowers of our souls..." Jason's had it, and I mean word, but she looks at him and steals another line: "Nothing is real. Everything is permitted." Saying that to Jason Stackhouse -- even if he doesn't know where it comes from or what it does -- is like handing a toddler a live grenade. He's still not onboard the "some things are real, some things are uncool to do" train, and you kind of have to ride that basic train before you start blowing your mind with that stuff. He nods, and she does a line, loses focus immediately. He takes the other rail and she watches as he's overcome. The world is so much with him, when it's with him. As bad as it's obviously going to get, it's almost worth it to see that look on his face every time. Like he's just realized he's not dreaming, and things really are this good. She smiles and watches him breathe it in; the sound of nature, no inside and no outside, nothing but life. Love, Love, Love. She is like the moon: one face somber and the other sweet; a third with a giant smile, as she leans in to kiss his mouth.