04-04-2014, 07:51 AM
Aria looked at Giovanni as he spoke, it had been the first time since it all went down that he really had much to say. And his thoughts out loud made Aria curious. "Osiris was an Egyptian god, one of death."
But she wasn't sure anyone really heard, as Jensen told Conner of his first bout with the sickness. Jensen had confirmed her suspicion, but did it happen before or after one channeled? Considering Conner's son died, Aria had to assume it was afterwards. Aria sat forward on the edge of her chair and looked at Conner with concern, "Did anything weird happen a few days before he became ill?"
Aria didn't want to come out and say that this dead kid had been gifted with the power of the so called gods. But Giovanni's comments made Aria wonder if the souls who had once called themselves gods had been reborn into the fabric of time. Aria didn't believe in reincarnation, but it wasn't something she'd disregard off hand with all the crazy things she'd seen in her life.
The washer buzzed its end and Aria dropped her coat on the chair behind her and went to put her clothes in the dryer. The sooner she could get out of this den of emotion the better she would feel. Conner's emotions were all over the place and it was difficult to manage anything at all.
The blood had stained as she had feared, but at least the sticky substance was gone, it would do to walk home him.
As Aria returned to her seat she glanced out the window at the lights in the city. Moscow could be pretty at night. It was really the only time it was. Moscow was full of the unknown, and each and every day Aria started to doubt the organization she had grown up in.
But she wasn't sure anyone really heard, as Jensen told Conner of his first bout with the sickness. Jensen had confirmed her suspicion, but did it happen before or after one channeled? Considering Conner's son died, Aria had to assume it was afterwards. Aria sat forward on the edge of her chair and looked at Conner with concern, "Did anything weird happen a few days before he became ill?"
Aria didn't want to come out and say that this dead kid had been gifted with the power of the so called gods. But Giovanni's comments made Aria wonder if the souls who had once called themselves gods had been reborn into the fabric of time. Aria didn't believe in reincarnation, but it wasn't something she'd disregard off hand with all the crazy things she'd seen in her life.
The washer buzzed its end and Aria dropped her coat on the chair behind her and went to put her clothes in the dryer. The sooner she could get out of this den of emotion the better she would feel. Conner's emotions were all over the place and it was difficult to manage anything at all.
The blood had stained as she had feared, but at least the sticky substance was gone, it would do to walk home him.
As Aria returned to her seat she glanced out the window at the lights in the city. Moscow could be pretty at night. It was really the only time it was. Moscow was full of the unknown, and each and every day Aria started to doubt the organization she had grown up in.