08-11-2019, 08:20 AM
"For what to do." He was going to have to put this cutting board back himself, he suspected. That gave Jude the opportunity to start walking away, talking as he walked, under the presumption that if Near really wanted to keep listening, he would follow along. The hope was that he didn't want to listen, but Jude had the sinking feeling that, at last, Near was coming around to the way things were. Jude might be exaggerating - what was the end of the world? - but his minor displays of power could belie greater destructive potential. What Jude offered had been enough to tangle Courtland Farr up in it. Perhaps, too, Courtland would have known the right questions to ask, the path of least resistance, so Jude's spacey meandering would have added up to more.
But he was not here. No ghost manifested in the dusty halls to guide them. Jude wandered back to the kitchen by instinct, and began scanning the walls and nooks for the cutting board's proper place.
"I think he changed his mind, near the end. About the Family. What they told him would happen. Whether it was a good thing. And he figured out that it needed the both of us to work." The cutting board has a loop on the end; Jude found a hook that looked suited to it. "Maybe he left you a plan." He felt an strange pang in his chest once he said it. Sorrow? Regret? Most likely regret. Perhaps the preemptive sting of disappointment.
But he was not here. No ghost manifested in the dusty halls to guide them. Jude wandered back to the kitchen by instinct, and began scanning the walls and nooks for the cutting board's proper place.
"I think he changed his mind, near the end. About the Family. What they told him would happen. Whether it was a good thing. And he figured out that it needed the both of us to work." The cutting board has a loop on the end; Jude found a hook that looked suited to it. "Maybe he left you a plan." He felt an strange pang in his chest once he said it. Sorrow? Regret? Most likely regret. Perhaps the preemptive sting of disappointment.