Looking for the Weak Link

[Alex]

Giordano wasn't worried about the pain. He was surprised the boy commented on his age. But he was trying to make conversation. He wouldn't fault him, at least not too bad.

He started working and the pain shot up his arm and it nearly startled him. Giordano was not a fan of his own personal pain, he took great lengths to prevent it. But he could see how someone of his abilities could like it. It made him wonder the reasons why little miss Aria stopped into this very shop, and met this man. Was he delivering her pain? That could be useful, something to consider. But he was here to see what he meant to her.

The question was hard to answer, he knew what it meant, knew what it represented, but what would a real Atharim tell him? Giordano thought back to when he question Autunna. Her green eyes staring back at him with the power of love he'd instilled upon her. He smiled at the memory.

"It's the symbol of eternity, it reminds me of my family. To forever remain together no matter the situation. Family is forever. My daughter has one similar. I'm trying to be 'hip' with the kids as they say." The lies flowed effortlessly over his lips. He smiled. "You remind me a lot of my son, even the name is similar. I'm sure there are ladies knocking down your door much like they are his."