08-12-2015, 07:16 PM
Long hair and dark clothes was the normal personification of anti-establishment. Everything odd about Elias was completely normal. Everything odd about Sierra was flat out bizarre. And hypocritical. In one breath she defined him and in the next claimed not to judge. Old anger tightened his chest and clenched his jaw. Jaxen's interruption was well timed. Elias almost forgot he was there. His emotion diffused, distracted by the quizzical insight.
"The world won't end. If a giant asteroid slammed into the planet and every human perished, the world would still go on."
He turned back to Sierra. "You saying you believe in the apocalypse? Biblical wrath? Judgement day of Revelation?"
He shook his head in morbid humor.
As much as he enjoyed the comparison to Jesus, he was compelled to correct her earlier statement. "And technically I walked on ice. Not water,"
his gaze cast toward Jaxen, "froze the river surface. Easy enough."
"The world won't end. If a giant asteroid slammed into the planet and every human perished, the world would still go on."
He turned back to Sierra. "You saying you believe in the apocalypse? Biblical wrath? Judgement day of Revelation?"
He shook his head in morbid humor.
As much as he enjoyed the comparison to Jesus, he was compelled to correct her earlier statement. "And technically I walked on ice. Not water,"
his gaze cast toward Jaxen, "froze the river surface. Easy enough."