09-05-2016, 01:16 PM
Deep within the void of his own mind, Jon noticed the question from Katchina with indifference. She knew about the Atharim. How did she know about them? Or was she merely guessing?
"Yes, like that man."
He brought the coffee back to him and took a sip. It had gone lukewarm during his little demonstration. "My would-be-assassin called me Appolyon. The destroyer. That's what they think of us, the people who call themselves the Atharim. It's why I never went to a hospital when I had the Sickness."
It was both due to care and luck that he'd stayed under their radar for so long. And yet as soon as he made himself public, one was there to try and murder him? Anger, deep buried anger, rippled across the void and threatened to break his concentration. Jon wasn't even sure where this anger came from. The assassination attempt didn't account for it. No, it seemed to run deep within his bones, and felt very, very old. Like an echo down the ages.
"Yes, like that man."
He brought the coffee back to him and took a sip. It had gone lukewarm during his little demonstration. "My would-be-assassin called me Appolyon. The destroyer. That's what they think of us, the people who call themselves the Atharim. It's why I never went to a hospital when I had the Sickness."
It was both due to care and luck that he'd stayed under their radar for so long. And yet as soon as he made himself public, one was there to try and murder him? Anger, deep buried anger, rippled across the void and threatened to break his concentration. Jon wasn't even sure where this anger came from. The assassination attempt didn't account for it. No, it seemed to run deep within his bones, and felt very, very old. Like an echo down the ages.