His faith unwaivered even in this state. A man of the cloth stood before him. Changed, wavered perhaps, but no man strayed from his destiny too far. No matter what became of them.
"Perhaps attention is what you need. How would you grow without it?" Vein inquired in a slurp, head canted to the side with question. "A flower cannot grow without sunlight. I find you much the same. You deny your power, you deny what you have done, your choices, and yet you're satisfied with that."
He wasn't too far from that himself. None here knew his true identity. Except Parker.
"If mystery is worth the finding, you will do it. Or you won't."
He turned and continued to walk down the paved street, uninterested.