01-06-2015, 01:46 PM
Words flew around the room. It was a mass of jumbled things, thoughts, feelings, everything that had be Father Stone's initial statement had been wrong. The man who came in with little prompting was a man that commanded respect, almost as great as that of the Regus himself. Inquisitor, non High Inquisitor Martin Borovský, was a man that Father Stone feared, the fact that he had been the one to deliver the message made him shudder. And to think Sonja had died at the hands of one of the people he'd trained. At least there would have been little pain.
There was little he could do about the whole situation. He wondered if that brat of a girl had told someone something. If he'd not been ordered to his rooms he'd pay the girl a visit. He might actually do so anyway.
Father Stone was ushered to his rooms, rather unceremoniously. He sank into his bed it was bleak in his room now, the lights were down, there was no sun from a window to linger. He had been sequestered before, but not like this. The Regus was not a man of inaction. He killed at a breath. Why he survived this encounter was beyond him. But he knew, just as that brat of a girl, their days were numbered. He doubted he'd see another sunrise.
There was little he could do about the whole situation. He wondered if that brat of a girl had told someone something. If he'd not been ordered to his rooms he'd pay the girl a visit. He might actually do so anyway.
Father Stone was ushered to his rooms, rather unceremoniously. He sank into his bed it was bleak in his room now, the lights were down, there was no sun from a window to linger. He had been sequestered before, but not like this. The Regus was not a man of inaction. He killed at a breath. Why he survived this encounter was beyond him. But he knew, just as that brat of a girl, their days were numbered. He doubted he'd see another sunrise.