10-02-2013, 11:10 AM
Jensen hovered on knife-edge, Tony could feel the power rush into the man as his face paled and he struggled against whatever demons plagued his conscience. Hid not hold much, perhaps half that Tony himself could, but it was enough, if he wanted to kill.
However, Tony did not strike. Not yet. Jensen likely had little experience and Tony could negate anything the man tried. Dangerous to assume, but his reasons were not purely calculated. Anything Tony did with the power could make the man suspicious. He already thought of himself as evil, there was no accounting for what he might think of Tony. No, he needed to be seen as a man, nothing more, nothing less.
As the man revealed his secrets, Tony's heart sank and he felt exhaustion creeping into his bones. He had hoped to ignite some of Jensen's passion as a faithful man. He had come close, Tony could saw the desire to strike in Jensen's eyes but his efforts had ultimately fallen on deaf ears. Watching Jensen break down, wracked with sobs was disheartening. The poor bastard truly did think he was evil!
"It doesn't work like that,"
Tony said, a hint of desperation slithering through the cracks of his self-control. "You started long before that moment, I assure you. Sickness, unlike anything you have experienced. Wild moments of daring as well."
He shook his head, his blonde hair swaying slowly, doubtful the man would listen to his words. "It has nothing to do with any fucking God. Or if it does, it was not something you chose. It was forced upon you, and no amount of restraint could stop it from manifesting."
From behind, Tony could hear the train in the distance, making it's way towards their stop. He wanted to sit down and drink himself into oblivion, but he had left that life behind him. He would be strong, if only because someone had to.
"I can't tell you if your God will condemn you for your actions, but you are wrong about this power."
It was frustrating. It was not something he could explain to this priest, he had not seen what Tony had seen, if he had, he would understand it was not evil. Evil...it was not like this...Evil didn't allow a man to perform miracles like Tony had seen. "There is so much good that can be done with it, there is more to the power than death."
The train screeched it's metallic dirge as it slowed, approaching the station, and Tony took a step forward. "I don't believe you have given up yet, whatever you might say. If you just opened your mind... Perhaps you will realise that you are not yet doomed."
The train pulled to a halt and the doors opened. Tony waited for a reply. He would not press the man, but he would hate to leave him to his wretched fate.
However, Tony did not strike. Not yet. Jensen likely had little experience and Tony could negate anything the man tried. Dangerous to assume, but his reasons were not purely calculated. Anything Tony did with the power could make the man suspicious. He already thought of himself as evil, there was no accounting for what he might think of Tony. No, he needed to be seen as a man, nothing more, nothing less.
As the man revealed his secrets, Tony's heart sank and he felt exhaustion creeping into his bones. He had hoped to ignite some of Jensen's passion as a faithful man. He had come close, Tony could saw the desire to strike in Jensen's eyes but his efforts had ultimately fallen on deaf ears. Watching Jensen break down, wracked with sobs was disheartening. The poor bastard truly did think he was evil!
"It doesn't work like that,"
Tony said, a hint of desperation slithering through the cracks of his self-control. "You started long before that moment, I assure you. Sickness, unlike anything you have experienced. Wild moments of daring as well."
He shook his head, his blonde hair swaying slowly, doubtful the man would listen to his words. "It has nothing to do with any fucking God. Or if it does, it was not something you chose. It was forced upon you, and no amount of restraint could stop it from manifesting."
From behind, Tony could hear the train in the distance, making it's way towards their stop. He wanted to sit down and drink himself into oblivion, but he had left that life behind him. He would be strong, if only because someone had to.
"I can't tell you if your God will condemn you for your actions, but you are wrong about this power."
It was frustrating. It was not something he could explain to this priest, he had not seen what Tony had seen, if he had, he would understand it was not evil. Evil...it was not like this...Evil didn't allow a man to perform miracles like Tony had seen. "There is so much good that can be done with it, there is more to the power than death."
The train screeched it's metallic dirge as it slowed, approaching the station, and Tony took a step forward. "I don't believe you have given up yet, whatever you might say. If you just opened your mind... Perhaps you will realise that you are not yet doomed."
The train pulled to a halt and the doors opened. Tony waited for a reply. He would not press the man, but he would hate to leave him to his wretched fate.