02-24-2014, 07:21 AM
It was refreshing to see that Dr. Weston shared some of his own views. He had always disliked the military dogma that promoted a remorseless group of professional killers who saw only themselves and the enemy. It was partially the reason he had used his abilities - to curb the senseless violence as much as he could.
War, like any other tool, could be misused in the wrong hands and few hands could master the arts of war without losing their humanity.
The fact that she believed anyone could save the city - let alone himself- was strangely comforting, even if it might be flattery. He doubted anyone could stop the tragedy that awaited. Why he should care, he did not know, but he found he couldn't simply walk away from someone so dangerous as al-Hasan. He would be damned before he saw a fanatical fool tear the world to pieces.
Something then changed in Dr. Weston's face and Michael's expression flattened. His enhanced senses caught the struggle that seemed so visible on her face.
"The Ascendancy is another Survivor. Like you.
His eyes widened in shock, the mask that hid his emotions shattered for a long moment before he recovered.
The recovery was only outward. Inside, his world rocked and his mind worked furiously.
"Did you know that? Is that why you're here, Michael?"
The question hit the mark, although he had once again assumed a cool expression. He had thought himself safe! Could he have been deceived the whole time? Did they know, all of them? How long before his use outlasted the dangers?
And the Ascendancy...
In a way, it made sense, and Michael found that it was truly no surprise if given some thought. Who else could conquer half of the world so easily?
Yes, it made perfect sense, and the possibilities ran through his mind. Interesting, very interesting.
"I have no idea,"
he said. The indecision he had seen made sense. The Ascendancy did not publicise his power, most likely with good reason. To tell him despite the danger. Well, it was worth his honesty as well as his trust. "Perhaps he knows. This knowledge confuses so many things..."
He needed to rest and think. He would not make any decisions until he had time to recover. It had been a long night indeed, and he was not sure what was more exhausting.
Still, one thing had given him an advantage. Dr. Weston was proving to be quite extraordinary, not only because she had saved him. Bold perhaps, but not reckless - and honourable, it seemed. She had proven her ability and knowledge beyond what he had expected.
"I think I should rest. Tomorrow, we can confront the problem of that...thing."
He surveyed her dishevelled face tight with exhaustion. "Perhaps you should get some rest too, it has been a long night for the both of us."
War, like any other tool, could be misused in the wrong hands and few hands could master the arts of war without losing their humanity.
The fact that she believed anyone could save the city - let alone himself- was strangely comforting, even if it might be flattery. He doubted anyone could stop the tragedy that awaited. Why he should care, he did not know, but he found he couldn't simply walk away from someone so dangerous as al-Hasan. He would be damned before he saw a fanatical fool tear the world to pieces.
Something then changed in Dr. Weston's face and Michael's expression flattened. His enhanced senses caught the struggle that seemed so visible on her face.
"The Ascendancy is another Survivor. Like you.
His eyes widened in shock, the mask that hid his emotions shattered for a long moment before he recovered.
The recovery was only outward. Inside, his world rocked and his mind worked furiously.
"Did you know that? Is that why you're here, Michael?"
The question hit the mark, although he had once again assumed a cool expression. He had thought himself safe! Could he have been deceived the whole time? Did they know, all of them? How long before his use outlasted the dangers?
And the Ascendancy...
In a way, it made sense, and Michael found that it was truly no surprise if given some thought. Who else could conquer half of the world so easily?
Yes, it made perfect sense, and the possibilities ran through his mind. Interesting, very interesting.
"I have no idea,"
he said. The indecision he had seen made sense. The Ascendancy did not publicise his power, most likely with good reason. To tell him despite the danger. Well, it was worth his honesty as well as his trust. "Perhaps he knows. This knowledge confuses so many things..."
He needed to rest and think. He would not make any decisions until he had time to recover. It had been a long night indeed, and he was not sure what was more exhausting.
Still, one thing had given him an advantage. Dr. Weston was proving to be quite extraordinary, not only because she had saved him. Bold perhaps, but not reckless - and honourable, it seemed. She had proven her ability and knowledge beyond what he had expected.
"I think I should rest. Tomorrow, we can confront the problem of that...thing."
He surveyed her dishevelled face tight with exhaustion. "Perhaps you should get some rest too, it has been a long night for the both of us."
"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."