08-09-2014, 11:28 AM
If Connor thought he wasn't traced, Michael didn't press the issue. He had been warned more than enough today once more wasn't going to help. There was of course the issue of why the hell he had been looking through a dead girl's computer in the first place, and he decided it was better left alone. He had enough to do already.
Already ideas had formed in the depths of his mind and swirled like nets of warding. Except this net was woven by many and he could not see the parts that spun in the murky darkness of the unknown between knowledge and imagination.
It almost impossible to predict the actions of humanity, such was their chaotic nature, but it did not stop countless fools from attempting it. Most often it stemmed from an arrogant belief that they were sufficiently more intelligent than the opposition to know their thoughts, but humanity constantly defied expectation.
Only a human would risk the wrath of a lion prowling on the plains. Only a human could do so and survive. It was what made humans the most terrifying creatures in the known world.
How many lions can I deal with?
The unspoken question was met with appropriate silence, and Michael once again had to force himself to pay attention. Beyond the words, he had barely noticed anything.
His voice gave away nothing but thawed ice. "It's not something that knowledge can control. Not with the Sickness. The only certainty is to be guided by someone. I was fortunate that the native aboriginals retained a memory of something similar."
Most of what they had said was given in vague and uncertain terms, but he had come to understand it better. "The Sickness they described as the body and soul subconsciously struggling to come to terms with the power it has been granted. Those whose cannot accept, die."
He wasn't sure why he bothered to explain. It would not bring comfort to Connor or his family. "Those who survive must then learn conscious control."
That lesson Tony had frequently said was much worse than the Sickness itself and Michael did not disagree. "It is not as simple as convincing yourself - the connection is a far more primal one. Some people die trying to force themselves to accept, others survive not even knowing what happened."
Michael cut himself off as the waiter returned with their drinks. Michael himself had only ordered a water but he did not begrudge Connor for wanting to drink. When the waiter had gone, Michael finished with a vague explanation. "So you can understand what happened to your son."
Edited by Michael Vellas, Aug 9 2014, 11:30 AM.
Already ideas had formed in the depths of his mind and swirled like nets of warding. Except this net was woven by many and he could not see the parts that spun in the murky darkness of the unknown between knowledge and imagination.
It almost impossible to predict the actions of humanity, such was their chaotic nature, but it did not stop countless fools from attempting it. Most often it stemmed from an arrogant belief that they were sufficiently more intelligent than the opposition to know their thoughts, but humanity constantly defied expectation.
Only a human would risk the wrath of a lion prowling on the plains. Only a human could do so and survive. It was what made humans the most terrifying creatures in the known world.
How many lions can I deal with?
The unspoken question was met with appropriate silence, and Michael once again had to force himself to pay attention. Beyond the words, he had barely noticed anything.
His voice gave away nothing but thawed ice. "It's not something that knowledge can control. Not with the Sickness. The only certainty is to be guided by someone. I was fortunate that the native aboriginals retained a memory of something similar."
Most of what they had said was given in vague and uncertain terms, but he had come to understand it better. "The Sickness they described as the body and soul subconsciously struggling to come to terms with the power it has been granted. Those whose cannot accept, die."
He wasn't sure why he bothered to explain. It would not bring comfort to Connor or his family. "Those who survive must then learn conscious control."
That lesson Tony had frequently said was much worse than the Sickness itself and Michael did not disagree. "It is not as simple as convincing yourself - the connection is a far more primal one. Some people die trying to force themselves to accept, others survive not even knowing what happened."
Michael cut himself off as the waiter returned with their drinks. Michael himself had only ordered a water but he did not begrudge Connor for wanting to drink. When the waiter had gone, Michael finished with a vague explanation. "So you can understand what happened to your son."
Edited by Michael Vellas, Aug 9 2014, 11:30 AM.
"She saw a flaring halo around his head, radiant in gold and blue. It shouted of glory and power to come"
"No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."