10-03-2013, 06:03 AM
If it was not for the calm that came with the power, Tony would have lost his cool and lashed out. He doubted the man had heard a single word he had said.
He was hell-bent on self-destruction, and nothing Tony could do would stop him. He only hoped the man had a family or friends that could lift him from this despair. As it stood, he was loathe to press Jensen any more than he had. Although it tore his heart, Tony could do no more - only make things worse.
The glare of the holographic advertisements burned his enhanced eyes and the sounds of the engine running pierced his calm. He turned his head away from Jensen, grasping the power as tightly as he had ever done before. The ecxstacy grew until it became pain shooting through every fibre of his being.
With a heavy heart, he made his voice cold and distant, enclosed in the bubble of stillness of his mind. "Don't be so arrogant as to presume you know the will of any God.
" Once again, there was no anger in his voice or heart, only weariness. "What conceit has driven you to think that you can pronounce judgement? You will have all eternity to pay your God whatever He deems you owe him. For now, you are alive."
The driver called something, and the engines began to warm up. "There are enough people that are suffering in the world without you fucking yourself up further. You could help them, there is more to the power than death. You can heal -"
Tony would have said more but he bit back any further as the doors of the train slid together and the engine hissed, wheels croaking to life.
Tony shook his head and turned his back on the man, releasing the power. His exhaustion, all of his efforts in the Undercity, came rushing into his very bones.
Edited by Tony Soloyov, Oct 5 2013, 03:54 AM.
He was hell-bent on self-destruction, and nothing Tony could do would stop him. He only hoped the man had a family or friends that could lift him from this despair. As it stood, he was loathe to press Jensen any more than he had. Although it tore his heart, Tony could do no more - only make things worse.
The glare of the holographic advertisements burned his enhanced eyes and the sounds of the engine running pierced his calm. He turned his head away from Jensen, grasping the power as tightly as he had ever done before. The ecxstacy grew until it became pain shooting through every fibre of his being.
With a heavy heart, he made his voice cold and distant, enclosed in the bubble of stillness of his mind. "Don't be so arrogant as to presume you know the will of any God.
" Once again, there was no anger in his voice or heart, only weariness. "What conceit has driven you to think that you can pronounce judgement? You will have all eternity to pay your God whatever He deems you owe him. For now, you are alive."
The driver called something, and the engines began to warm up. "There are enough people that are suffering in the world without you fucking yourself up further. You could help them, there is more to the power than death. You can heal -"
Tony would have said more but he bit back any further as the doors of the train slid together and the engine hissed, wheels croaking to life.
Tony shook his head and turned his back on the man, releasing the power. His exhaustion, all of his efforts in the Undercity, came rushing into his very bones.
Edited by Tony Soloyov, Oct 5 2013, 03:54 AM.