04-09-2014, 03:58 PM
Connor heard Jensen's words and appreciated them. Aria came back into the room fully dressed in her old clothes. The pants were permanently rust colored but they were clean. She looked like she was ready to go. She appeared exhausted despite the shower. It had been a long night for all of them.
Her voice was bone tired. "Unless you have any immediately pressing, life threatening questions, I need to go home.
"
Connor felt a spike of emotion. The sun was now up and she was leaving. This night was over. It seemed like God or fate had conspired to put him with them. This night seemed almost...well... magical is the appropriate word but without all the romantic overtones, he thought, looking at Jensen and Giovanni. But still more powerful was the gift he had been given, the peace that finally set him free.
He could remember his son now and feel just love and that wistful sadness that he was gone. He could remember those last moments as dear and precious to him, something to cherish- something he was so thankful for. He felt calm at that thought. I love you son. I will miss you buddy. It felt like his son was with him in some way, at least the memory of him.
He stood up after giving Jensen an appreciative smile and went to Aria. He wasn't sure if she would tense up- his rage at her hadn't been that long ago- but he had to do this. She came only up to his chest, but she looked up at him in the eye, unafraid. He thought of the things she faced regularly and knew it it took no great effort. His face showed what he felt inside, though- gratitude, appreciation, calm.
"I want to tell you thank you.
" He shook his head slightly and looked at her in the eyes, trying to communicate this. "What you have given me
"- he looked at Jensen and Giovanni. Aria had given him the answers but they had contributed their part- "what all of you have given me....you can't begin to know.
" He shook his head in wonder. They would never know. But that was ok.
He thought about her group- the Atharim. He wasn't sure how to feel. It was an evil group. But she had honor. She spoke of protecting the weak. She had risked her life to kill that monster. She refused to countenance the killing of people like his son. She was even letting Jensen and Giovanni go- despite the risk to herself- which he figured was a lot. She was good. "I don't like your people- these Atharim. But I know you are not a murderer. And I trust you. I don't know how long I'll be here in Moscow. I've found what I needed.
" He stopped to feel that peace again. "But I owe you. Whatever I can do...I owe you.
" He looked at the men again. "That goes for you guys too.
"
Quickly, almost without thought, he lightly touched her arm. He looked her in the eyes again. "Thank you.
"
Edited by Connor Kent, Apr 9 2014, 04:17 PM.
Her voice was bone tired. "Unless you have any immediately pressing, life threatening questions, I need to go home.
"
Connor felt a spike of emotion. The sun was now up and she was leaving. This night was over. It seemed like God or fate had conspired to put him with them. This night seemed almost...well... magical is the appropriate word but without all the romantic overtones, he thought, looking at Jensen and Giovanni. But still more powerful was the gift he had been given, the peace that finally set him free.
He could remember his son now and feel just love and that wistful sadness that he was gone. He could remember those last moments as dear and precious to him, something to cherish- something he was so thankful for. He felt calm at that thought. I love you son. I will miss you buddy. It felt like his son was with him in some way, at least the memory of him.
He stood up after giving Jensen an appreciative smile and went to Aria. He wasn't sure if she would tense up- his rage at her hadn't been that long ago- but he had to do this. She came only up to his chest, but she looked up at him in the eye, unafraid. He thought of the things she faced regularly and knew it it took no great effort. His face showed what he felt inside, though- gratitude, appreciation, calm.
"I want to tell you thank you.
" He shook his head slightly and looked at her in the eyes, trying to communicate this. "What you have given me
"- he looked at Jensen and Giovanni. Aria had given him the answers but they had contributed their part- "what all of you have given me....you can't begin to know.
" He shook his head in wonder. They would never know. But that was ok.
He thought about her group- the Atharim. He wasn't sure how to feel. It was an evil group. But she had honor. She spoke of protecting the weak. She had risked her life to kill that monster. She refused to countenance the killing of people like his son. She was even letting Jensen and Giovanni go- despite the risk to herself- which he figured was a lot. She was good. "I don't like your people- these Atharim. But I know you are not a murderer. And I trust you. I don't know how long I'll be here in Moscow. I've found what I needed.
" He stopped to feel that peace again. "But I owe you. Whatever I can do...I owe you.
" He looked at the men again. "That goes for you guys too.
"
Quickly, almost without thought, he lightly touched her arm. He looked her in the eyes again. "Thank you.
"
Edited by Connor Kent, Apr 9 2014, 04:17 PM.