09-12-2015, 10:13 AM
The pleading in Ivan's voice broke his heart. Years of wandering, lost and afraid of this power, and more, afraid of its allure, Jensen likewise longed for answers and hope. Ivan deserved it, but Jensen wasn't the answer. There was nothing he could do. What wisdom could he impart to an impressionable young man like Ivan? How to save someone and let your friend be shot in the process? How to end a man's life when angry?
"I'm sorry. You have a far wrong impression of me. I can't teach you anything. I have no idea how I do what I do."
He looked away. Anonymity beckoned from the hall. Swinging his sight back to the patient, he grew dizzy. "I have to go."
And he slipped away.
"I'm sorry. You have a far wrong impression of me. I can't teach you anything. I have no idea how I do what I do."
He looked away. Anonymity beckoned from the hall. Swinging his sight back to the patient, he grew dizzy. "I have to go."
And he slipped away.