Messenger: “Look at the disobedience in her eyes. They are the eyes of a heretic. The servant of the demons, who disobeys the Light Spirit’s teachings, has something to say?”

Big Sister Maid (to crowd): “I, as one who has a soul like your own, I have something I must tell you. I was. . . I was born as a serf. I was the third of seven siblings. My brother broke his arm in the fields, weakened, and was left to die. One night, the land owner summoned my sister, and she never returned. On a clear winter morning, my youngest brother went cold, and failed to wake from his slumber. Another sibling caught smallpox. I was powerless. Only my sister and I survived. And then, while we were on the run, we were given a chance.  It always seemed like fate, but something troubled me.  For so, so long, Fate was warm and kind to me. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.’

“But, everyone. . . Nobles! Soldiers! Pioneers! And serfs! I must reject it, even after all it’s done for me. I must reject it because of all it’s done for me. Because I am human!

“I still doubt myself. ‘The blood in your veins is that of a filthy serf. You’re just an insect, less than human.’ That is why I must declare that I am human. Because I believe the first step to being human is to say you are. Have you ever felt a warmth in your heart, like the summer sun on your cheeks, and when you close your eyes, you can still feel its blessings? Do you ever find happiness in simple acts of kindness? That is the proof that you are human, the Light Spirit’s beloved children!”

Messenger: “Enough! Heretic!” <strikes Big Sister Maid>

BSM: “It doesn’t matter whether I’m a heretic. As a human, as one to whom Winter’s Passage Village has given so much, I speak to my brethren. Everyone, you must never stop wishing, hoping, thinking, and working! With her miracles, the Light Spirit brought life to humanity. And with the earth’s blessings, she brought us wealth. And with her soul’s fragments, she brought us freedom!”

Crowd: “Freedom?”

BSM: “That’s right. The freedom to do better than you do now. To be better than you are now. The Spirit did not create us as perfectly good. She gave us the freedom to keep trying to be better, every day. Because that brings us joy. . . So don’t relinquish that, just to make things easier. The Spirit’s gifts are holy treasures! Not even the King, or the church, can take them from you!”

Messenger: “Heretic! Close your mouth!”

BSM: “I will not! I am human! I will never surrender those treasures again! I won’t return to being an insect! Not matter how much pain they bring, I won’t return to that haze of darkness, because there is light! Because they were kind to me.”

Messenger (to crowd): “S-stone this heretic whore! What are you doing? Anyone who refuses to stone her is an enemy of the church!”

BSM: “Throw them if you wish! Perhaps you must, to protect yourself and your family in this cold world. I will not blame you for that. The freedom to choose also belongs to you, as a human. I will shed blood in equal measure to that which is flowing in your heart! But if you would stone me because someone else has ordered it, then you are an insect! You are an insect, without a will of your own, who has given the Spirit’s precious gifts to another, and has ceased to think! No matter how much peace that brings you, anyone who abandons those treasures becomes an insect. I despise insects. I refuse to become one. I. . . I am human!”