02-21-2014, 05:16 PM
If Torri were inches from cardiac arrest, she was ignorant of the danger. While she recognized a Survivor, she had little inclination of the implications. She had to assume by his very position with the army, that Michael was dangerous. Anyone could see that. Anyone with eyes. But Torri believed she was no target on his radar. God help anyone that was.
His was the first explanation of the Sickness from the point of view of a Survivor as she had ever heard. Alric was one such as he, clearly, but the Ascendancy kept the man under strict orders about sharing his story. Furthermore, anything that Torri witnessed between the two was no insight into, as Michael put it, ’what it meant.’
Adrenaline and caffeine kept her going all night, but her emotions were tired, and she grimaced despite her usual ability to keep a straight face. Michael spoke of extraordinary things like they were far more commonplace than they really were. What did it mean to reveal oneself to entire city? What’s scarier, why would it spark war? Torri swallowed, disliking the vulnerability inherent in their conversation.
“You say that ‘I know,’ but I really know very little. I know you’re a Survivor, and that means,”
she waved her hands, unsure of the correct word to use, “that you can ‘do things.’ I also know you’re not the only Survivor I’ve seen that was changed by the Sickness.”
Certainly not the only one in the Kremlin on a daily basis.
Her brows furrowed painfully thoughtful. “Short of that thing coming back, as you said, what does it.. or any of this.. have to do with saving Mecca? Or stopping a bloody war?”
His was the first explanation of the Sickness from the point of view of a Survivor as she had ever heard. Alric was one such as he, clearly, but the Ascendancy kept the man under strict orders about sharing his story. Furthermore, anything that Torri witnessed between the two was no insight into, as Michael put it, ’what it meant.’
Adrenaline and caffeine kept her going all night, but her emotions were tired, and she grimaced despite her usual ability to keep a straight face. Michael spoke of extraordinary things like they were far more commonplace than they really were. What did it mean to reveal oneself to entire city? What’s scarier, why would it spark war? Torri swallowed, disliking the vulnerability inherent in their conversation.
“You say that ‘I know,’ but I really know very little. I know you’re a Survivor, and that means,”
she waved her hands, unsure of the correct word to use, “that you can ‘do things.’ I also know you’re not the only Survivor I’ve seen that was changed by the Sickness.”
Certainly not the only one in the Kremlin on a daily basis.
Her brows furrowed painfully thoughtful. “Short of that thing coming back, as you said, what does it.. or any of this.. have to do with saving Mecca? Or stopping a bloody war?”