Futility
He stands at the window.
His hands grip the frame while he looks out over Manchester. People move about the streets in their everyday fashion, ignorant of what is going on around them. Blind to the war that has been reignited by the horrific acts of one group of Awakened against another. Blind to the terror of the spirits and shades that stalk them. Blind to the beasts of legend that threaten their way of life, or the blood drinkers who lurk in the dark.
He contemplates leaving the apartment. His things lay by the door. His coat hangs on its usual peg on the stand. He think about the blood he would spill if he did, and the blood he would loose as well. He thinks about why they keep fighting. Why he keeps his little vigil over the small city, even after practically losing his cabal to the pressures of time and personality, losing the women he loves to a curse that won’t end, and never seeming to come away with any sort of lasting proof of his efforts.
Spirits just reform.
Humanity wishes to stay ignorant.
The Seers can do what they will, regardless of whatever the Pentacle tries.
He stands at the window.
And then turns away.
His hands grip the frame while he looks out over Manchester. People move about the streets in their everyday fashion, ignorant of what is going on around them. Blind to the war that has been reignited by the horrific acts of one group of Awakened against another. Blind to the terror of the spirits and shades that stalk them. Blind to the beasts of legend that threaten their way of life, or the blood drinkers who lurk in the dark.
He contemplates leaving the apartment. His things lay by the door. His coat hangs on its usual peg on the stand. He think about the blood he would spill if he did, and the blood he would loose as well. He thinks about why they keep fighting. Why he keeps his little vigil over the small city, even after practically losing his cabal to the pressures of time and personality, losing the women he loves to a curse that won’t end, and never seeming to come away with any sort of lasting proof of his efforts.
Spirits just reform.
Humanity wishes to stay ignorant.
The Seers can do what they will, regardless of whatever the Pentacle tries.
He stands at the window.
And then turns away.