05-14-2014, 05:23 PM
(OCC: Sorry, I don't know how to do the pink writing 
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"And what will you do with this power?"
Spectra’s eyes were steady. Was she truly curious? Who could tell? Either way, it made no difference.
In reply Damien gave her a white smile and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “Yesterday I was doomed to die, today I am free, what will I do?”
He pondered the question once again, if only to rid himself of any lingering doubt. “A great many things, I would say. Did you know, I have never seen the sunrise in Mexico, even though I spent weeks there? Nor have I seen the stars reflected on the sea, though I have crossed the ocean.”
He wondered as he watched for a reaction what this woman felt. Such a past, and what had she become? He had seen almost every reaction to fate’s cruel touch in San Quentin. Despair, anger, oblivion, nonchalance. Why did this bother him so? What should he care how Spectra chose to live her life? Damien could not be sure he really did, but it provoked something within him to solidify his resolve. “What of you? Are you content to live in the lap of luxury, knowing what a gift you hold? I do not believe it is a gift given or taken lightly. Is there nothing you would see done?”
As the words left his mouth thoughts coalesced into possibilities; possibilities into ideas that spanned the width of the sky.
)"And what will you do with this power?"
Spectra’s eyes were steady. Was she truly curious? Who could tell? Either way, it made no difference.
In reply Damien gave her a white smile and brushed a strand of hair from her face. “Yesterday I was doomed to die, today I am free, what will I do?”
He pondered the question once again, if only to rid himself of any lingering doubt. “A great many things, I would say. Did you know, I have never seen the sunrise in Mexico, even though I spent weeks there? Nor have I seen the stars reflected on the sea, though I have crossed the ocean.”
He wondered as he watched for a reaction what this woman felt. Such a past, and what had she become? He had seen almost every reaction to fate’s cruel touch in San Quentin. Despair, anger, oblivion, nonchalance. Why did this bother him so? What should he care how Spectra chose to live her life? Damien could not be sure he really did, but it provoked something within him to solidify his resolve. “What of you? Are you content to live in the lap of luxury, knowing what a gift you hold? I do not believe it is a gift given or taken lightly. Is there nothing you would see done?”
As the words left his mouth thoughts coalesced into possibilities; possibilities into ideas that spanned the width of the sky.