11-15-2007, 11:29 AM
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Gabriel thought of many things, but at the same time, he thought of nothing. His world was a simple one, with a complex visage below. An iceberg equation, as it were. He repressed, he denied, he avoided the truth. He hated himself sometimes, but it was not his place to live in arrogance. Sinners were born every day, evolved over time, and died without finding any answers. There were a few who managed to find their place in the world; this was his, and it always had been. That knowledge settled on him like quiet snowfall, and he sunk in and deeper and deeper.[/html]
Words, words, he heard them but did not hear. The meaning was lost on him, vague and hollow. Shifting his weight and turning his head to his companion, the doggish male spoke. “I don’t aim to conquer the world.” It sounded strange, hearing himself speak. “Our numbers are too small for that regardless,” he added.