He lowered his arm and returned his gaze back toward Noel. Caius was only certain of things he could control, but the heart was something that he couldn't. He had no definite answer to Noel's question.
He lifted his chin enough to turn his gaze toward the sky. The question carried a lot more weight than anticipated. Noel knew him far too well, and Caius had thought he had hidden his true self well. He was wrong. Noel, even as a child held a special place in Caius' memories. With the only remaining tribe left of the Farseers at the end of time, Caius had allowed himself to open up. He was so certain of everything up until now.
With a deep breathe, he looked toward Noel once more and locked his gaze. It was a maddening thing to see the ones he thought he had left behind. "Finality is fickle through uncertain fog. I ponder these equations upon the edge of the blade. I cannot be certain of the spider's web this world weaves. Each new life that appears creates another strand that cannot be foreseen." He slowly turned toward the direction of the crystal. "No one is unable to escape the weaver."
He thought back to the day that his powers had returned and his scowl deepened. The cold weather outside was warmer than what his heart had felt that ill fated day.
No worries. It's the holiday shopping season and weekends are crazier.
He lifted his chin enough to turn his gaze toward the sky. The question carried a lot more weight than anticipated. Noel knew him far too well, and Caius had thought he had hidden his true self well. He was wrong. Noel, even as a child held a special place in Caius' memories. With the only remaining tribe left of the Farseers at the end of time, Caius had allowed himself to open up. He was so certain of everything up until now.
With a deep breathe, he looked toward Noel once more and locked his gaze. It was a maddening thing to see the ones he thought he had left behind. "Finality is fickle through uncertain fog. I ponder these equations upon the edge of the blade. I cannot be certain of the spider's web this world weaves. Each new life that appears creates another strand that cannot be foreseen." He slowly turned toward the direction of the crystal. "No one is unable to escape the weaver."
He thought back to the day that his powers had returned and his scowl deepened. The cold weather outside was warmer than what his heart had felt that ill fated day.