The Wayfarer

[Victor Steiner]

He looked over at Raven, a broken and abandoned thing being cast out again. A pang of guilt stung his soul. Could something be done? Would it be worth it? The window of oppertunity was closing and he could foresee a potential future for her, if one wanted to call it that. A hellish desire to inflict revenge upon everyone and everything who wronged her, that is if Death was cruel and stayed her hand.

You're releasing her? if so please, give her this He unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt and removed his Rosary from around his neck. The small silver crucifix glinting in what light there was. The gesture would be comical to others, but what else could he do. He could not intervene physically, the man would never sell her and she...well, she would disappear yet again. Perhaps this small thing would help her in some small way, show her not all was lost.

She would likely throw it away, probably because she didn't care, had no need for it or just out of spite. But it was his, his personal Rosary that he had worn for years. He had nothing else to give, so it would have to do. It might serve as a light for her, when all other lights go out. He said quietly. This was deeply troubling for Steiner, she was by all rights, an enemy that deserved nothing from him, much less his personal belongings. But seeing her as she was, her needs were greater than his. Take it and begone He said thrusting it toward his captor.