Dark wings, Dark words.

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Leonard though on his words.. and realized... they really had no idea.. none. it was somewhat tragic.

He laughed, he didn't mean to it wasn't a short laugh it was a long one.. it felt good to do it. Mostly because he rarely ever did. He was always somber... cold. but this interrogation was as close to a real social exchange he has gotten in some time. Something he still vary much missed.

he composed himself.

"You have no idea, my friend. or rather I hope to be a friend. It was the only point in escaping. The only point in fleeing Altair.

You see, The cult of sirius has members across Sirius, many practice privately and non openly as in encouraged to devote mental prayer and meditation on the nomads and devote time to a entire black market of materials that typically are available where you can find cardamine for sale... In fact probably the most used organization for distribution of these materials... without them knowing are the Junkers.

Though my involvement was with the active arm.. the Maltese force whom adopted the name Oracles. As an Exarch I was privy to all the high-level clearance. Well before the sweeping reforms.

Because.. I was being shut out I tried my best to gather the most recent and damning changes.. things that even the most devout cultist would second guess... though by now im sure everyone's completely fine with it.."

He held a belief till now... That he was immune to most human failings.

"People, ... even nomads.. and cyborgs like me can be terribly frightened of change."

He thought a moment.

"I would like to confess all I know.. but i cant let this opportunity to go to waste.. you see.. this cave... has been like a grave to me. I have made no attempt to escape.. I have not caused harm nor harassed the guards. I give you my oath as a man scared to death of what the nomads have done and are doing that I will stay and seek service within the order.. help however I can. For i know.. anywere else I would surely die."

he coughed.

"But if you have a ship with a brig.. or anywhere more humane.. I would request being transferred there. Also.. My implants need service.. I need tools to clean the mushrooms that are undoubtedly trying to grow in my head."

He hoped for a favorable answer. he hoped he had come off sincere.. he certainly didn't feel he had anything to lose.