Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20170103080604/@comment-28358106-20170204065545

Thomas looks at the note, then quietly folds it up and puts the tags in his pocket. He looks over at the little package, his face stoic.

"Jorge...what have you done? You could have waited...you could have waited just a little while longer, and everything..."

What? Would have been fine? No. Better? Not for some. The question hangs in the air. He already knows the answer. He brings his hand up to his head, staring at the wall, indecision the only thing keeping him from slipping into sorrow. Of everything that has transpired, this is the worst thing that could have ended it, except that he knows it is not over. He knws Jorge has left, and if he returns, the authorities will track him down.

And then what? He goes to prison? Unlikely. Instead, he resists arrest, kills more people while he resists? An army arrayed against him, the man who cannot die? And then what? The ministry of Wardenleigh, the Regent, asking Thomas to stop him, because no one else can?

Jorge, going on a murderous rampage, because he knows he cannot die. All because there is a voice in is ear that tells him that winnowing the chaff is acceptable, that all Mamono are unholy and must be destroyed, and that all laws may be broken and all lives may be lost as long as it is in the name of the goddess.

Jorge is a champion of humankind, only as long as he does what the voice tells him to. He no longer understands that the the whispers of his goddess and his own thoughts are no longer seperate. The goddess murdered his family as surely as they were murdered by mortal hands. She tired of there interference in her champion's life, so she whispered in the ear of another, with promises of glory and paradise. The same things she promises Jorge for slaying the Maou.

Thomas considers these things before he picks up the receiver of the office line. His hands move slowly, his voice hollow.

"Lily? Send Hedena in, please."

A few minutes later, Hedena comes into the room after a cursory knock. "Yes, serah?"

Thomas' back is to her. He doesn't turn around. "Hedena, you may rwturn home and leave for Arenesse. Tonight.  When you do, I need you to tell your master, my father, a message for me.  Tell him that I will need his audience with the tribunal as soon as is possible.  Tell him to have every hei'en and every hei'er there when I arrive."

Hedena looks shocked. "Yes, serah, but what about the patients? How will they -"

"I will assign other specialists to them. They will be cared for.  This is more important right now."

Hedena bows. "Y-yes, serah. Right away." She closes the door.

Thomas holds the note in his hand. Slowly, it is consumed with summoned flame, burning away like a memory.

"...Much more important..."