04-08-2014, 02:17 PM
Rightly so, Connor could not see the potential for devastation, only the loss of an innocent child. His anger was justified, and Jensen found himself ashamed for all those years yearning for a punishment for something out of his control. That path was lined with doubts he dare not address, and he quickly censored his own words.
Aria's explanation was a sufficient distraction. Who was afraid of the past? What were the gods that ripped apart the world? Jensen's brow furrowed confusion. Surely there was something he was misunderstanding.
The dryer buzzed the end of its cycle, and Aria left them alone. In the void of her absence, Jensen rounded the island, glancing at Giovanni as he did. How would the man take to being told he was being allowed to live by her mercies alone? In their fighting off the spirit, Jensen felt Giovanni's strength when he wielded the Gift, and it intimidated him.
"If I heard her right, she's letting two of us go? Us whom she called gods?"
He felt naïve, which was nothing new lately, but the look he shared with Connor verged on fear. The explanation to come had the potential to wreck his fragile world.
"What does that mean?"
Aria's explanation was a sufficient distraction. Who was afraid of the past? What were the gods that ripped apart the world? Jensen's brow furrowed confusion. Surely there was something he was misunderstanding.
The dryer buzzed the end of its cycle, and Aria left them alone. In the void of her absence, Jensen rounded the island, glancing at Giovanni as he did. How would the man take to being told he was being allowed to live by her mercies alone? In their fighting off the spirit, Jensen felt Giovanni's strength when he wielded the Gift, and it intimidated him.
"If I heard her right, she's letting two of us go? Us whom she called gods?"
He felt naïve, which was nothing new lately, but the look he shared with Connor verged on fear. The explanation to come had the potential to wreck his fragile world.
"What does that mean?"