⚒ 003 ][ AUDIO
[Soft, muffled footsteps, sensible shoes on old floors, and the soft echo of voices in unison, echoing even harder to hear words of a single man.]
... Luca? My lord?
[Hannah's voice, recognizable to those who know her, perhaps, low and seeking, the soft creak of old wood floor and the voices growing louder.]
Now is not the time, nor the place to be playing hide and seek...
[But her voice trails off then, as the voices become truly audible-
The body of Christ.
The body of Christ.
And the footsteps stop, and Hannah's last comment, a disdainful sort of whisper, is only audible to the keenest of ears.]
Is this the extent of human love for God?
[ooc; Shard Plot! Hannah is in Ben Hawkin's shard!]
... Luca? My lord?
[Hannah's voice, recognizable to those who know her, perhaps, low and seeking, the soft creak of old wood floor and the voices growing louder.]
Now is not the time, nor the place to be playing hide and seek...
[But her voice trails off then, as the voices become truly audible-
The body of Christ.
The body of Christ.
And the footsteps stop, and Hannah's last comment, a disdainful sort of whisper, is only audible to the keenest of ears.]
Is this the extent of human love for God?
[ooc; Shard Plot! Hannah is in Ben Hawkin's shard!]