Oct 10, 2011 17:11
[Watching the sleeping form of the girl on his couch, Michael sat at a close, but safe, distance away from her. After they'd gotten home, he'd taken back his jacket and wrapped her in a warm blanket instead. It had taken both patience on his part and courage on her part to keep her from bolting. But Michael had remained tempered, and the girl made an admirable show of self restraint even when it seemed her worst fears were realized. Then at last. A moment of peace. He turned on his phone and jotted down the names on notepaper.]
[Filter: Troilus and Aeneas]
I believe I have someone who wants to be found. She was deathly afraid to tell me her name. But she did leave me yours.
[Filter: Horsemen and Archangels]
Horsemen. I understand your accusations. We must speak, before you harm the wrong man.
death,
metatron,
aeneas,
michael,
famine,
zerachiel,
war,
troilus