[If one cocky mage decided he could handle the possession on his own... No one took responsibility for what happened. My soul ended up torn to pieces.
The words catch in John's throat as if he was the one who had uttered them. They hit too close to home and it's too similar to his own failures. His face easily gives away his thoughts, slipping from cocky and defiant to unsure and almost frightened. A deep seated trauma has been unearthed, one in which he witnessed the brutal murder and subsequent dragging to hell of an innocent girl due to his own arrogance. For consulting no one.
And yet he still continues alone. The case is no longer one mystery to solve. That was almost obvious from the beginning, yet it required evidence that the police hadn't been able to collect. No, what was important was changing what could be. The law couldn't help with that.
John doesn't answer the question. Instead he takes a step back and looks to Kirei, determination returning to his face.]
no subject
The words catch in John's throat as if he was the one who had uttered them. They hit too close to home and it's too similar to his own failures. His face easily gives away his thoughts, slipping from cocky and defiant to unsure and almost frightened. A deep seated trauma has been unearthed, one in which he witnessed the brutal murder and subsequent dragging to hell of an innocent girl due to his own arrogance. For consulting no one.
And yet he still continues alone. The case is no longer one mystery to solve. That was almost obvious from the beginning, yet it required evidence that the police hadn't been able to collect. No, what was important was changing what could be. The law couldn't help with that.
John doesn't answer the question. Instead he takes a step back and looks to Kirei, determination returning to his face.]
I can restore your soul.
[It's less offering and more declaration.]