08-28-2008, 12:53 AM
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“Because everything is random,” the blonde stated quietly. There was no predetermination. No deus ex machina. Nothing to come and set everything right, to explain that their suffering had been righteous and that they would be rewarded. His mother had believed in something, and she had died like a dog. His father hadn’t believed in anything, and crumbled to demise, trapped in his own hell. He thought of Conri, and of the look in his eyes—it had been like hazy sunlight glinting off a bar of steel. It had been madness, but it had been madness for a reason.
“Chaos is fair,” he said, as if reminding himself of this would take away those sins.
“Because everything is random,” the blonde stated quietly. There was no predetermination. No deus ex machina. Nothing to come and set everything right, to explain that their suffering had been righteous and that they would be rewarded. His mother had believed in something, and she had died like a dog. His father hadn’t believed in anything, and crumbled to demise, trapped in his own hell. He thought of Conri, and of the look in his eyes—it had been like hazy sunlight glinting off a bar of steel. It had been madness, but it had been madness for a reason.
“Chaos is fair,” he said, as if reminding himself of this would take away those sins.