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Ezekiel de le Poer · 06-17-2011, 12:36 AM

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What Talitha ultimately did (or did not do) was no longer something that Ezekiel could control. He was simply the light which she borrowed, and reflected, and she was the magnetic force that kept him grounded. If he had not gone after her, he might have turned cruel here. This might not have been so bad; he was quite cruel in his own ways after all. If he did not have this scarlet siren to guide him he would never have become capable of independence. Inferni would have smothered him and turned him into their uncle.

The talk of Sage’s behavior was met with an uninterested gaze. He knew what had been said; he had followed the girls at length and listened, hidden in deep brush. They had missed him by minutes, though wise in the ways of his tracks, Ezekiel had left only the smell of honeysuckle in his wake. It grew wild along the fences that bordered the Mansion, and did well to hide telling scents; Inferni’s generic brand was one of smoke, salt-water, marijuana, and the honeysuckle. They were an interesting blend, no doubt.

He said nothing of God, but hoped she was right. his voice changed, dreamlike. “Our culture keeps its battles and bones as symbols, but a girl talks of peace and change. So if some idiot comes looking for trouble, what do they expect? Flowers and birds. They’d find swords and warriors instead. Sage believes in making peace, and so do I—but Inferni will not change, no.” He paused, face darkening, turning terrible. “Not while others die for it.”

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