[Such a garish sight that came in from a devil's quarrel had Maxwell at a standstill. A wounded beast in from the cold, hissing his name as if to ask for healing salvation. The archbishop paled as if the blood-loss covering his priest were let from his own frail body, his trepidation caught in a desperate sibilance of his own.]
A..Anderson!
[Down the great pillar and cornerstone of his church fell.. yet into withered arms Anderson found himself braced. The collision had the archbishop's legs trembling under the man's intense weight, yet for whom it was curled tight in his grasp, Maxwell did not waver.]
[Action!]
A..Anderson!
[Down the great pillar and cornerstone of his church fell.. yet into withered arms Anderson found himself braced. The collision had the archbishop's legs trembling under the man's intense weight, yet for whom it was curled tight in his grasp, Maxwell did not waver.]
Father... why didn't you listen. . .