02-04-2015, 01:10 PM
Damien did not break eye contact with the woman who gripped his hand and demanded answers of him. His expression shifted from one of pleasant ease to cold stone.
Death whispered in her ear yet she was deaf to its call. A thousand daggers pressed ever closer and she closed her eyes and turned her back. A symptom that plagued his homeland that could well prove terminal.
"I owe you nothing,"
he whispered into her ear as he leaned closer. "My very life was forfeit the moment I returned to this wasteland."
Damien retreated to find Jessika's gaze once more. The grip on his hand was still tight. "You confess to caring nothing for Mexico save how it will affect Texas. You demand what you think is yours by right."
Embers sparked hotter in his eyes of liquid fire. "By 'rights' I should watch as Texas burns with the rest of the squalid states as they burst under Nikolai Brandon's lance. Spare me your righteous outrage."
"People are suffering as we speak. People who you profess to care nothing for. Yet they could grant you your desired victory. You ask why I am here? I shall tell you plainly. To see whether or not you are any better than the rest of your ilk."
With deliberate care, Damien removed the woman's hand from his. "It is Camila who has obtained this information, not I."
He turned his back on the woman and strode towards the exit. "I will leave it to you to decide if you want to give Ms. Thrice your intelligence."
His mind set, Damien did not look back as he left. Returning to his homeland had been a mistake. The shackles of San Quentin still hung on his heart.
Edited by Damien, Feb 4 2015, 01:18 PM.
Death whispered in her ear yet she was deaf to its call. A thousand daggers pressed ever closer and she closed her eyes and turned her back. A symptom that plagued his homeland that could well prove terminal.
"I owe you nothing,"
he whispered into her ear as he leaned closer. "My very life was forfeit the moment I returned to this wasteland."
Damien retreated to find Jessika's gaze once more. The grip on his hand was still tight. "You confess to caring nothing for Mexico save how it will affect Texas. You demand what you think is yours by right."
Embers sparked hotter in his eyes of liquid fire. "By 'rights' I should watch as Texas burns with the rest of the squalid states as they burst under Nikolai Brandon's lance. Spare me your righteous outrage."
"People are suffering as we speak. People who you profess to care nothing for. Yet they could grant you your desired victory. You ask why I am here? I shall tell you plainly. To see whether or not you are any better than the rest of your ilk."
With deliberate care, Damien removed the woman's hand from his. "It is Camila who has obtained this information, not I."
He turned his back on the woman and strode towards the exit. "I will leave it to you to decide if you want to give Ms. Thrice your intelligence."
His mind set, Damien did not look back as he left. Returning to his homeland had been a mistake. The shackles of San Quentin still hung on his heart.
Edited by Damien, Feb 4 2015, 01:18 PM.