Salvation (V.2)

[heartofcourage]

"Why fight though?" Mina asked, watching as every fiber of his being fought this single moment. "You're a man that fights everything. You want to be beaten within an inch of your life to atone for...something. That's not what any of this is about, however."

She pressed her fingertips against one another and regarded him, tapping her long manicured nails against her chin. He was a mystery, one that she wanted to figure out. A man wrapped up in dark desire and the urge to pummel anything in a room. He was a wounded animal that wanted to be loved and wanted to escape. She had never really encountered someone like that before.

"You lost something. I can see that clear as day in your eyes. That pain doesn't stay there unless it was traumatic. As I said earlier, everyone comes here for something, but you have to want what happens. I can give you freedom, even for a night, but you have to stop fighting." Mina murmured. "I promise you that the release you feel at the end of all of this will be worth it."

 

[Veroe]

IC: John Gideon

He glowered at her. How had he wound up here? He hadn't even fought her that hard. It was pathetic. "You'll soon discover that I fight everything."

Yet again here he knelt at her feet on the floor.

How had that happened?

"Why fight though," She said looking through him as if John was literally made of glass.

"Why do fish swim or birds fly? Fighting is all I know how to do," He replied with a shrug.

"You're a man that fights everything," She pressed, "You want to be beaten within an inch of your life to atone for...something. That's not what any of this is about, however."

"You think you can read me like a book, don't you," He sneered at her, "But you don't know me. You don't know what I've been through."

"You lost something." She calling out his bluster and steepling her fingers before her in her throne of a chair gazing down at him, "I can see that clear as day in your eyes. That pain doesn't stay there unless it was traumatic."

Her words hit home. Fucking bullseye. He looked down away from those all-seeing eyes of hers at his own hands. They were big hands. He used them to punch punks in the face, to fight and fight and fight. It was a never ending battle with no end in sight. Whatever for?

"As I said earlier, everyone comes here for something, but you have to want what happens." She continued,

He looked up at that. What did want to happen here? He didn't even know why he was here other than that look in that woman's eyes earlier. He just knew he needed it.

"I can give you freedom, even for a night, but you have to stop fighting." Mina murmured. "I promise you that the release you feel at the end of all of this will be worth it."

He looked at her and his eyes met hers without the veil of his practiced skeptical rowdiness. It was the first honest gesture given to her from him. Softly he asked her, "Freedom? Release? Do I even deserve that?"