"I'm not trying to improve your life," he said honestly, taking a sip of his coffee as the man's bitterness cascaded across him. It slid down his back like a beached jellyfish and flopped onto the ground below. "I'm simply offering you help. It sounds as though you have everything the way you want it, however, and I apologize if I offended you." Honesty rang true in his tone --there was no sarcasm whatsoever. Smooth as a baby's ass, he was, and it was why he was considered to be the Voice of the New Crusaders movement.
He stopped moving when the other turned and locked gazes with him, considering the blunt question for several long moments. "In my mind, your life is nothing without your soul. It isn't my place, however, to presume that I can do anything to save either of them. I was merely attempting to lighten your load." But obviously the man's pride wouldn't let him accept help of any sort. He reminded Andrei of himself before the accident --too stubborn, too egotistical to see the true light.