Setting
The vestibule serves as a the central nexus point to the other areas of the temple.
This vast hall is as extravagant as it is spacious, and tall windows allow plenty of light by
day. Towering pillars and artfully carved bas reliefs dominate the room alongside statues
of heroes come and gone. At night long shadows are cast by the statues and pillars
to give the place a solemn feel to it.
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"Just let me die. I've lost everything, i don't have anything else to give. What do you want from me."
Taylor grabbed at her shirt collar, his grip weak. "What do you want from me. Ive given all I have." His lips trembled, releasing her and reaching for his own chest. He grabbed at himself, fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt and tugging outward. "What do you want from me." His voice trailed off as his hands fell to his sides, leaning back against the statues base.
"I just... want to rest." He struggled to get to his feet. "I saw a room with a cot when we came in" He began walking.
Whatever trials and tribulations her Lord put Taylor through, she wanted to believe he would survive through them. God would not abandon him so cruelly, would he?
Her faith wavered with her worry.
"No, Taylor, you need help!"
He had seen the man go down, and worse yet, try to get back up again despite the spatter of blood that speckled the floor.
"I'm no doctor, but I've been thrashed about enough to know that coughing up blood isn't something you just sleep off," he scolded Taylor.
"There's an infirmary outside, let's get him there," he added to Claire.
He stayed at Taylor's opposite side from Claire, to make sure he didn't go down again.
He found a hand sneaking towards him, grabbing it within his own. He twisted her fingers into a cone, letting their tips sneak out from the edge of his grasp. He studied the swirls that occupied her skin, his eyes leading towards the glossy sheaths of keratin that caught the temples light. His grip was tight, tugging at her slightly.
He let out another bloodied cough. He allowed Adriaan's aid, glancing at him for a moment before allowing himself to be led away. Ready to be sewn up and cast back out to gather more scars.
Claire's breath was taken from her lungs in a long, silent exhale. It wasn't until Taylor grabbed her hand that she realized she wasn't breathing. She sucked in a sharp hiss of air and aimed her attention at him, curling her other arm around his shoulders. Her eyes looked over at the man with the white wings again. She could barely say it.
"Thank you," she shakily breathed. "Please. He needs so much help. He's so sick."
So He was watching them after all.
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