04-08-2014, 12:28 PM
This conversation ran very close to the last one she'd had with the first man she met who could wield the power of the gods. He'd asked why do you hunt me? The answer was simple, it was the way it had always been. Fear of repeating the past made the Atharim cling to archaic methods and to the traditions of their forefathers.
But this one was different. Very much so, as Connor reacted to the cold hard facts with anger Aria reached for the gun that was not there. It was probably for the better it had not been at her hip. Aria felt the anger wash over her like a wave. She had to close her eyes to keep the pain from overwhelming her. This room was becoming too much, Aria longed for the concrete walls and the deep bath full of cold water to block the world from her head. But neither were going to happen anytime soon. Aria focused on the single flame she'd been taught. Everything fed into it until there was nothing. The trivial exercise took longer than it should. Aria's knew she was exhausted.
Aria opened her eyes and stared at Connor before answering and stood up. She was surprised she had not waivered. "We do not have the right.
Aria wanted to jab a finger in Connor's chest to bring home but point, but she did not, her hands stayed at her side. "But that doesn't stop them. They are dangerous. We are afraid of the past. The gods ripped apart the world. It is our duty to defend those who cannot defend themselves from those that wield the power of the gods.
Aria turned to Jensen, "We are the Atharim. It is our heritage, the remnant of the remnant to know and protect against the return of the gods. We protect the innocent."
The basic triad washed away all of Aria's strength, she sank to the chair. All emotion dropped for her voice, there was little left. "And yet here I am, letting not one, but two of you live. For the third time since I came to this God forsaken city."
The buzzer rang clearly through the still air. Aria mustered all her strength and retrieved her clothes from the dryer. She didn't bother to use the restroom, the small room was private enough to don her pants and shirt. She didn't want to return to the room they were in. She leaned against the warm dryer and sank to the ground. It was going to be very difficult to make it back to her place. Resting would be good.
Edited by Aria, Apr 8 2014, 12:34 PM.
But this one was different. Very much so, as Connor reacted to the cold hard facts with anger Aria reached for the gun that was not there. It was probably for the better it had not been at her hip. Aria felt the anger wash over her like a wave. She had to close her eyes to keep the pain from overwhelming her. This room was becoming too much, Aria longed for the concrete walls and the deep bath full of cold water to block the world from her head. But neither were going to happen anytime soon. Aria focused on the single flame she'd been taught. Everything fed into it until there was nothing. The trivial exercise took longer than it should. Aria's knew she was exhausted.
Aria opened her eyes and stared at Connor before answering and stood up. She was surprised she had not waivered. "We do not have the right.
Aria wanted to jab a finger in Connor's chest to bring home but point, but she did not, her hands stayed at her side. "But that doesn't stop them. They are dangerous. We are afraid of the past. The gods ripped apart the world. It is our duty to defend those who cannot defend themselves from those that wield the power of the gods.
Aria turned to Jensen, "We are the Atharim. It is our heritage, the remnant of the remnant to know and protect against the return of the gods. We protect the innocent."
The basic triad washed away all of Aria's strength, she sank to the chair. All emotion dropped for her voice, there was little left. "And yet here I am, letting not one, but two of you live. For the third time since I came to this God forsaken city."
The buzzer rang clearly through the still air. Aria mustered all her strength and retrieved her clothes from the dryer. She didn't bother to use the restroom, the small room was private enough to don her pants and shirt. She didn't want to return to the room they were in. She leaned against the warm dryer and sank to the ground. It was going to be very difficult to make it back to her place. Resting would be good.
Edited by Aria, Apr 8 2014, 12:34 PM.