[It wasn't a normality at all really. Discedo was simply likened to him being dropped into the Apocalypse he left behind. Only now he had no army of thousands, a helicopter, bulletproof protection, and a bodyguard who could take a bomb to the face. He was alone. Exposed here even! With his enemies living not even a block away from where he claimed sanctuary.
What was he going to do?
What the Hell was he going to do now!?]
My Lord's will is never finished. No, not till He says it is. How can I be expected to throw caution to the wind when--
[Something was amiss. And he peered down at her, noting her rather petite frame.]
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Date: 2009-11-22 08:36 am (UTC)What was he going to do?
What the Hell was he going to do now!?]
My Lord's will is never finished. No, not till He says it is. How can I be expected to throw caution to the wind when--
[Something was amiss. And he peered down at her, noting her rather petite frame.]
Aren't you a little young to be a doctor?