The first citizen lingers, observing the other’s mental state. There is no urgency. The observation is deliberate. Affection lies in that patience.
The second citizen reorients. Thoughts sharpen. Emotions draw inward, settling into focus.
“Enjoying yourself?”
“Immensely,” comes the reply, pulsing with satisfaction.
“Care to describe your experience?”
A flicker of amusement. “I’m following three lives.”
Interest sparks, “Do I want to hear about them?”
“My primary subject, my hero, has achieved more than you’d believe. I won’t trouble you with the tale.” There’s a spark beneath the words. Pride.
“Then the other two.”
“They are different. I follow them only as support. The first began in a ruined city. No past. Keeps stumbling into trouble. Built for it, I suppose. Now he runs with a crew in the lower slums of the same city. They planned a rescue. It fell apart.”
“Why?”
“A cult saw him. They believe he is a legend reborn and carried him to their sanctum.”
“A legend? He wouldn’t happen to be your hero, would he?”
“Maybe.” A flick of humor. “He fits the part.”
“And the last one?”
“Mercenary. Sent with a band to scavenge an ancient ruin.”
“Sounds familiar.”
“She’s different. Now she commands the ruin. It listens to her.”
A pause. “How?”
“Let’s keep the mystery.”
“Very well. What comes next?”
“She has goals. The others follow.”
“Keep me up to date.”
“Always.”411Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpMPJ2l8P53
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