Phineas sat on the steps leading up to the temple’s lofty entrance, pushing cubes of mango into his mouth mechanically. He likes mango. But he was not happy. Something was happening. Something nasty and evil and which he wanted no part of.
Oh God, that’s awful to think, isn’t it?
Yes.
In his agitated state, he couldn’t tell if it was actually God or his own mind that answered him, but it didn’t matter. He know what was right. What he should do. He obviously had enough good left in him for that.
Damn it.
Maybe this is what God had been telling him to wait for this whole time. Maybe this is what he’s needed for. To fight…whatever. What was he even supposed to be set against? These Knights of the Order are really fucking everything up. He can’t tell what side their on; they’re neither white nor black, but a shade of grey.
Phineas hates when things are like that. So he sits, on the stairs and eats mango angrily.