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Such honesty, such naivety! Truly was she but a child, and yet the government would endure both hell and high water just to capture her and perform the most devious or experiments or even lobotomize her into eternal servitude, and just because God had granted her the gift of the supernatural. Whereas people like Miriam and [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/64443/posts/ooc?page=9#post-2018163]Timothy[/url] were to be celebrated, they were instead oppressed. Yet encountering a fellow gifted was quite the coincidence, and the seminary could not suppress the little flash of mild surprise on his face.

“Thank you for your honesty,” he said gently, smiling with genuine gratitude. “I know it is hard to take a gamble and tell such a secret to, well, such a weird stranger like me,” he joked, “but we are kindred in spirit: I too have been blessed by God with powers beyond my imagination; I am, like you, an... Empowered. Please, ‘Unnatural’ is such a strong word.”

She seemed so small, so frail before him, with only tattered clothes and a ruined blanket to her name. Her very existence seemed to further solidify his convictions that, yes, the world was unenlightened and needed to change -- perhaps, radically so.

He took notice of the pigeon that had perched atop her shoulder, though without any alarm and instead with mild amusement. "Looks like it's taken a liking to you. Say, have you no place to stay the night? Or even anywhere safe to go tomorrow?”