Snippet #1941

Sermon knew the woman was coming in before the door opened. As she came in and began to speak it pulled him back to the scene of Dawn City. The scene was of apparent violence and chaos. This was his home now, but it still seems so foreign. He turned tired of the view to Acadia's beauty which had eased him. She was sprawled out on the couch in his room. He sat in a chair next to her. He looked at his hands before looking to her again.

"Yes they are naive. They thirst and kill but lost what it ment to live as we once did..." He paused his eyes were telling her that this was all very serious to him. "They have such a lack of respect they don't even have any for themselves." He felt he said to much. Sermon put his hand on the hilt of his sword. The cold metal calmed him."I'm sorry I'm sure you had something on your mind to tell me."