10-04-2016, 08:41 PM
Shay Cormac, almost sniffling at the sudden blots of pixels forming a message on the little screen of his Communicator, immediately placed the device down onto the table to think.
The Templar didn't even feel a need to reply. Firstly, Shay already forgot how to do so, and more importantly, there wasn't a need to.
Victor Wolfe sure knew how to press at people's buttons, and Shay could tell for certain, the slight ping of regret knotting up his stomach confirmed that fact. Shay didn't entirely know what he expected Victor to say. Perhaps the Templar was so amused of his achievement of finding this person's Dataverse "e-mail" in the first place that he didn't think over what he posted?
No, Shay deserved this. And he knew Victor was right.
He'd have to go back to Nippur.
There was no excuse for this. Shay knew Victor saw through the man messaging him like a glass pane. It was obvious that Shay was just avoiding doing what was necessary to take a "break" he thought he deserved. Shay, his lips quivering, thought now he deserved none other than punishment for his actions. But, with nobody to give them, the Templar decided to take matters into his own hands.
Half-drunk, the Templar captain only now realized how Agnès would have taken this. Guilt building up in his stomach, Shay Cormac knew she'd claim it as unacceptable. Even if New Babylon was gone, those innocent people weren't. Almost feeling his eyes water, Shay rubbed at his face, staying silent for a good moment to think further about himself.
A few seconds passed, and Shay raised his arm slightly, grasping at the glass bottle containing a sizable amount of alcohol within it. In about less than a second, Shay put his two feet down onto the creaky wooden floor of the tavern, picked himself up from the stool he sat on, and downed the rest of the drink before putting it aside. Thankfully it didn't fall over, because the man was already beginning to storm out of the door.
Some good distance away from that same tavern Shay Cormac was sulking in, the Templar, with a newfound motivation within his hands, had to chuckle at this whole ordeal. A light giggle, still weighed down by his own thoughts, but a sign of amusement nonetheless. Thinking back on that message, Shay knew of course that he'd want to stay and help the people of Nippur after what Victor Wolfe posted to him, but... Something about that cocky bastard made Shay want to prove that assassin wrong. Nothing personal, or...
Well, maybe a bit personal.
Either way, for the first time in weeks, Shay put his chin up high as he began his long, foot-aching walk to what he remembered to be the Gates of this verse.
The Templar didn't even feel a need to reply. Firstly, Shay already forgot how to do so, and more importantly, there wasn't a need to.
Victor Wolfe sure knew how to press at people's buttons, and Shay could tell for certain, the slight ping of regret knotting up his stomach confirmed that fact. Shay didn't entirely know what he expected Victor to say. Perhaps the Templar was so amused of his achievement of finding this person's Dataverse "e-mail" in the first place that he didn't think over what he posted?
No, Shay deserved this. And he knew Victor was right.
He'd have to go back to Nippur.
There was no excuse for this. Shay knew Victor saw through the man messaging him like a glass pane. It was obvious that Shay was just avoiding doing what was necessary to take a "break" he thought he deserved. Shay, his lips quivering, thought now he deserved none other than punishment for his actions. But, with nobody to give them, the Templar decided to take matters into his own hands.
Half-drunk, the Templar captain only now realized how Agnès would have taken this. Guilt building up in his stomach, Shay Cormac knew she'd claim it as unacceptable. Even if New Babylon was gone, those innocent people weren't. Almost feeling his eyes water, Shay rubbed at his face, staying silent for a good moment to think further about himself.
A few seconds passed, and Shay raised his arm slightly, grasping at the glass bottle containing a sizable amount of alcohol within it. In about less than a second, Shay put his two feet down onto the creaky wooden floor of the tavern, picked himself up from the stool he sat on, and downed the rest of the drink before putting it aside. Thankfully it didn't fall over, because the man was already beginning to storm out of the door.
Some good distance away from that same tavern Shay Cormac was sulking in, the Templar, with a newfound motivation within his hands, had to chuckle at this whole ordeal. A light giggle, still weighed down by his own thoughts, but a sign of amusement nonetheless. Thinking back on that message, Shay knew of course that he'd want to stay and help the people of Nippur after what Victor Wolfe posted to him, but... Something about that cocky bastard made Shay want to prove that assassin wrong. Nothing personal, or...
Well, maybe a bit personal.
Either way, for the first time in weeks, Shay put his chin up high as he began his long, foot-aching walk to what he remembered to be the Gates of this verse.
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"The air is still, and I am a hunter."