05-13-2014, 06:27 PM
You must question what you think you know to find the truth.
Wiser words than perhaps the man knew. Michael hoped that Hasan would come to question his own truths if he ever met another like him, but for himself, Michael was not eager to shatter any illusions. Time would tell, one way or another.
Michael hung back from the bloodied bandages that spilled onto the floor. There had been a distinct thump and a plea that none could mistake. Help.
The sound was muffled, but distinctly English and Michael itched to seize the power that brought clarity, but he dare not risk exposure. Not yet.
And so the plea went unanswered and Michael's face grew as cool as his heart boiled, continuing on when Hasan resumed his lecture.
He listened without reaction to the man's assessment of the situation. His face gave no sign of what he thought on the matter. His mind took note, but at this point his interest had been dampened.
This too he kept in a vice-grip as they approached the hospital entrance, the conviction of the man's words evident now as he spoke of the Custody.
Why did he not fight? Was the Custody his God? What strength did the Custody have?
Such questions were fruitless. Empires, nations and Custodies would rise and fall, he knew the fact from the moment he set foot in the Kremlin.
The thought was enough to turn his lips down in a slight grimace. Michael did not pretend to know all in the world, but why did so few understand his position? Tony may have, once, perhaps even Dr. Weston had been given a glimpse.
No matter.
Dark thoughts kindled, Michael addressed something curious in Hasan's word. "You mentioned those who would be Gods, and the true power of God. Is this the source of your miracles? What of the behemoths? Is there a darker force at work?"
Edited by Michael Vellas, May 13 2014, 06:52 PM.
Wiser words than perhaps the man knew. Michael hoped that Hasan would come to question his own truths if he ever met another like him, but for himself, Michael was not eager to shatter any illusions. Time would tell, one way or another.
Michael hung back from the bloodied bandages that spilled onto the floor. There had been a distinct thump and a plea that none could mistake. Help.
The sound was muffled, but distinctly English and Michael itched to seize the power that brought clarity, but he dare not risk exposure. Not yet.
And so the plea went unanswered and Michael's face grew as cool as his heart boiled, continuing on when Hasan resumed his lecture.
He listened without reaction to the man's assessment of the situation. His face gave no sign of what he thought on the matter. His mind took note, but at this point his interest had been dampened.
This too he kept in a vice-grip as they approached the hospital entrance, the conviction of the man's words evident now as he spoke of the Custody.
Why did he not fight? Was the Custody his God? What strength did the Custody have?
Such questions were fruitless. Empires, nations and Custodies would rise and fall, he knew the fact from the moment he set foot in the Kremlin.
The thought was enough to turn his lips down in a slight grimace. Michael did not pretend to know all in the world, but why did so few understand his position? Tony may have, once, perhaps even Dr. Weston had been given a glimpse.
No matter.
Dark thoughts kindled, Michael addressed something curious in Hasan's word. "You mentioned those who would be Gods, and the true power of God. Is this the source of your miracles? What of the behemoths? Is there a darker force at work?"
Edited by Michael Vellas, May 13 2014, 06:52 PM.
"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."