Because that was all Caim needed to write originally. He thought on Mac's words a few moments longer, with the same even, stoic expression he wore. But no matter how the man looked - shaggy or well-groomed - his words seemed to betray what he truly considered of a situation, even if he was clinging to a form of freedom.
A lot of what it came down to was Caim's incessant scream that he didn't want to go back to Midgard. Not with what awaited him there. Even if he went back with Furiae, he had no doubt they'd go at their individual times and he would be nothing greater than a feast for the rebirthed 'goddesses' as they wiped mankind clear off the surface of the planet.
And that terrified him a bit. That wasn't something he would or could survive.
As he looked back to Mac, he took to writing again with some consideration.
Perhaps you would like to meet my sister, if you have not already.
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Because that was all Caim needed to write originally. He thought on Mac's words a few moments longer, with the same even, stoic expression he wore. But no matter how the man looked - shaggy or well-groomed - his words seemed to betray what he truly considered of a situation, even if he was clinging to a form of freedom.
A lot of what it came down to was Caim's incessant scream that he didn't want to go back to Midgard. Not with what awaited him there. Even if he went back with Furiae, he had no doubt they'd go at their individual times and he would be nothing greater than a feast for the rebirthed 'goddesses' as they wiped mankind clear off the surface of the planet.
And that terrified him a bit. That wasn't something he would or could survive.
As he looked back to Mac, he took to writing again with some consideration.
Perhaps you would like to meet my sister, if you have not already.