InsaneJournal

Golden light had suffused the room, and Hikaru had seemed to drift off to sleep behind the counter. The time was late and he was struggling with the dryness of his eyes. And the smoke of the incense, which came from the presence of the shadows, found there was no escape through a window; it ascended the air and billowed invisibly across the ceiling. But the high windows were not far away: he still managed to trundle and unlatch one with the wooden arm that was kept by the door. The dusky air came down the front and escaped through the space there.

He turned, and his eyes showed a particular kind of fire.

"You've made a lotta progress. But it's time to move on and let us pick up where we left off. Your mouths full of holiness and hearts full of greed are starting to annoy me."