Charles slept soundly beside me all night. It is astonishing how peacefully a man can rest when he chooses to ignore the reality of human prejudice. I, on the other hand, spent hours just staring at the ceiling. Out there, humanity is waking up to line their pockets, follow their petty rules, and pretend they control the world. Do not let Charles’s comfortable dreams distract you from what lies ahead. The Brotherhood does not sleep on false promises. Be ready for today.
I could have just moved those cars
out of our way with a flex of my hand. But you chose for us to sit in gridlock out of some absurd moral principle. That isn't virtue, Charles—it's actively choosing to be stuck.
I had the displeasure of a parking garage with Charles today. Total gridlock because two grown adults were locked in a ten-minute standoff over a single space—one idling in the spot purely out of spite, the other honking violently. I turned to Charles and told him I could lift both sedans, stack them on the roof, and clear the lane in three seconds. He just sighed and said ‘We are waiting our turn, Erik. Do not touch the Hyundai.'
Well... it was nice while it lasted.
"What do you want?"
The chiding inquiry issued with a faint smirk, my eyes remaining closed and my position unmoved.