08-30-2023, 11:23 PM
He shook his head. "I'm accustomed to staying up all night," he replied softly. Behind his mask, he observed Sofia's diamond-hard expression. Something in it reminded him of Jessika when she exerted every ounce of her power to achieve her desires. It was that inner strength that he once loved about her – so distinct from his own, a marvel to behold.
At Sofia's request, her brother removed his gloves, revealing that same power at play. It felt like the discharge of a debt, and the same unyielding gaze as his sister emanated from Pavel's stone-like face. Nearby, Agent Devarona stood as a witness by the door, arms folded but likely never to forgive Jensen for what he was about to do, and maybe Jensen would regret his decision later, but for now, he believed he could also be strong.
He removed his mask, tucking it under his arm. In that instant, Agent Devarona hurriedly advanced, exclaiming, "Don't!" Yet, it was too late. Jensen's hair was tousled in the removal; he took a moment to smooth it down before casting a gentle look toward the observers. Whether they recognized him remained uncertain, but the game of anonymity was over. There was no turning back now.
Finally, he directed his focus to Pavel and took a step closer. "I need to touch you for it to work," he explained with as much reassurance as he could, reaching for Pavel's hand.
At Sofia's request, her brother removed his gloves, revealing that same power at play. It felt like the discharge of a debt, and the same unyielding gaze as his sister emanated from Pavel's stone-like face. Nearby, Agent Devarona stood as a witness by the door, arms folded but likely never to forgive Jensen for what he was about to do, and maybe Jensen would regret his decision later, but for now, he believed he could also be strong.
He removed his mask, tucking it under his arm. In that instant, Agent Devarona hurriedly advanced, exclaiming, "Don't!" Yet, it was too late. Jensen's hair was tousled in the removal; he took a moment to smooth it down before casting a gentle look toward the observers. Whether they recognized him remained uncertain, but the game of anonymity was over. There was no turning back now.
Finally, he directed his focus to Pavel and took a step closer. "I need to touch you for it to work," he explained with as much reassurance as he could, reaching for Pavel's hand.