10-03-2016, 09:41 PM
A grim, tired smile touched his features. Despite the fatigue, he felt whole. Behind the expression gleamed pride. There were Sundays at the pulpit he felt as though he chased this feeling. He always came close, basking in stage lights and swaying to the music. The greatest Sunday was nothing like this. In this moment, the world was right. The pattern was perfect. And he was doing what he was meant to do all along. To even consider doing anything else was absurd. He was the healer he always wanted to be. Visions of new flocks gathered around him. There were so many others like him in the world. In Moscow alone he'd met many. The good that could be done, the potential was overwhelming. They could truly serve mankind then. Without prejudice and judgment, they truly would serve all, equally. That was the new vision. Healing the Ascendancy was merely the catalyst to finding it.
He followed Viktor wrapped in hope. Only to be thrust back into the harshness of reality. A wall of armed men roamed the halls. Other were frozen sentinels. He sought out Ivan when Viktor departed, and began to seek the second man, Marcus.
He was found in a room laid out in similar fashion to the Ascendancy's. When Jensen entered, he paused to examine his injuries. Jaw tight, he swallowed a rise in his stomach. The man was badly burned and covered with bandages.
"What happened to him?"
He followed Viktor wrapped in hope. Only to be thrust back into the harshness of reality. A wall of armed men roamed the halls. Other were frozen sentinels. He sought out Ivan when Viktor departed, and began to seek the second man, Marcus.
He was found in a room laid out in similar fashion to the Ascendancy's. When Jensen entered, he paused to examine his injuries. Jaw tight, he swallowed a rise in his stomach. The man was badly burned and covered with bandages.
"What happened to him?"