[@RigidRituals] --he said, “As many as it takes to ensure darkness takes over. Including ourselves. What we gain from it? Redemption and if we are lucky forgiveness.”
[@RigidRituals] --on Zabuto’s. It was an uncomfortable question to be sure. Both were if truth be known. He was good at asking his own uncomfortable questions. Some would say that he excelled at it. Answering them, he was not as at. Less practice.
Finally,--
[@RigidRituals] --were going to talk about. Also, hinting to Zabuto that he was open to talking more on what was worrying the man. That his grief would be acknowledged.
[@RigidRituals] --crossroads. Deciding which one to follow. This is one of the few times that following the wrong tradition would bring about chaos. Well, more chaos than we have now. I’m sure that boggles the mind but there it is.”
He set up what they--
[@RigidRituals] --
With a nod, “The slices as thin as paper, I take it?”
When they were outside, he kept his hands in his pockets of his coat while looking straight ahead. They would wait for when they were settled into their tea to talk about things and--
[@RigidRituals] --and ears at the other place, but another location would hinder such eavesdropping. It was a change that they needed if they are going to figure this out.
[@RigidRituals] --watcher was now getting this sign.
With a nod, “I do believe that a fine cuppa would not be remiss. After all, we must keep up appearances and all.”
It also would get them away from Roger and his spies. Not that there could not be eyes--