On Board the [AFA] Ze'ev's Yacht

[Zelot]

Slipping into the dock at Islay, Ze'ev though back to his first time here, the meeting with Sean Dawson, all those ages ago. He though about how far he had come, the good and the bad. He knew he was a different person. There were things about himself he no longer had any control of. The almost rabid urges that came to him in the darkness, the hallow, empty voices that echoed in his head, almost like they were voices, cut of in mid formation.

Ze'ev made his way down to the Green Hell, almost as if on autopilot. He had been here so many times, he felt very comfortable here, although when he walked in he didn't see anyone he recognized. Getting an Irish Whiskey from the bartender, he made his way to a dark corner on one of the lower levels. Sipping slowly he closed his eyes and let the life fill him.

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