His voice was not how George had rembered it. Not that he rembered it well. There were videos of Kreig, of course, but both George and Sam avoided them.
This voice was not Kreigs. It was much too deep, much too old, much too unlike what a child should sound like. That was what Kreig had been when they last t. A child, barely even grown. And here was a man who had happened into a situation much different than what he should have been in.
Is-, is that so-,
Kreig, Sam said, stepping up to stand beside George. What have you been up to these past years? Kreig just sort of stared at her, breathing deep, conscious breaths. Oh, ? Well, Ive been here and there, you know, did my ti with drugs and all, the whole situation and everything really got to , heh, um, did you know that the otherworld organization forgives any drug charges that any Fighters co in with? Yeah, real strange, you know, but they also gave all these other benefits, like all of a sudden you beco a citizen of the world and you can travel and settle down wherever you-,
Sam, keep quiet for a second, George interrupted her. Can I ask you sothing, Kreig?
If hed been younger, if hed been the sa boy he was when he left, Kreig would have smiled innocently. At this age, at this mont, he rely stared back. Of course, he said. Anything.
A straight finger was pointed through the window and at a single painting, mounted on the wall like the head of a lion. Kreig turned slowly to look at it. The painting was finished in every sense of the word, only lacking a suitable fra. The man portrayed was white in every dinsion. White hair, white skin, white lips, white fingertips, white eyes. He was a rare sort of human. Not an albino. There were albinos in that world, yes, but this was another kind of creature, born from drinking an elixir distilled from a sort of mushroom far rarer than the ssiahs Egg. Whos that?
Kreig looked into the eyes of the old man pictured. In his heart, only gratitude remained for this man. The White Pope. Kind eyes, gentle smile, warm hands that touched his heart.
The man who had roused faith in Kreig, a faith he had never once abandoned.
George sneaked a peek at Darius, who shrugged in turn. Nobody knew who that person was, or who 99% of anybody else on Kreigs walls were. It was all unknown people with unknown connections to Kreig. Even if they asked other prisoners who they were, unless the prisoners ca to Earth around ten years ago, chances are they wouldnt know who anybody was in the least. The only one who knew was Kreig, and his lips were sealed, not that anybody had the gall to try to pry the information out of him.
George pointed at another painting, portraying a refined, slender man, wearing beautiful robes and a dazed expression. He seed like a lord of so sort, especially with his sea-weed like hair. -And whos that?
My forr lord. A title fitting that sort of man.
George pointed at another painting. And that?
The sub-leader of the royal guard.
And-, Georges finger froze mid-point, hovering just in the air. His eyes widened. Wasnt those paintings supposed to only portray unknown people? People from the other world that nobody had ever known? Then, why was-,
Peter, Kreig said softly. The Priest. Indeed, although the garb he wore was odd, it was clearly that of soone divine. And although he was older than George rembered, although his eyes were weary and his smile was strained, it was Peter alright. The boy that sotis ca ho with Kreig for a round of so action ga they used to afford. One of many. Kreig had been rather popular, after all.
The question here was: why was he wearing that, and why was he a painting on Kreigs wall? Kreig answered him before George could so much as ask.
I didnt go there alone. Simple, to the point, and only devastating in the words that followed. Though my return was loneso. Peters fate went unsaid, but the implication was clear. Looking at all the other paintings, all the dozens and hundreds of portraits and sketches and pictures of people and humans and only that, George ca to wonder what kind of life Kreig must have led without them. The people hed t, the sights hed seen.
He almost felt tempted to think that this might not have been such a bad thing, if it wasnt for the fact that he couldnt consider the man in front of him to be Kreig in the least. Forget his size, forget his sheer aura of intimidation, forget that he was locked up on an island for Otherworlders. His voice was off. The words he said were unlike what Kreig would say. His body had changed, and in that malford body, an equally malford soul resided. George had seen Fighters who had entered portals with humans in them. Who had to kill famine-ridden farrs who had wandered into portals.
He had also seen killers who had stepped beyond the first horrors of murder, soldiers who had grown so used to the act of death, so used to committing it onto others, that the thought of their own death wasnt even soothing. rely mundane.
Sohow, this Kreig seed to exist in all three of those forms. The young Kreig, the re child of his youth, could never possibly have grown into such a form.
And yet, here they were, under strict orders not to question his identity.
Im sorry, Kreig said. George looked up, eting the larger mans gaze. I dont an to frighten you. Or make you unhappy. I understand that I appear very different from how you may rember . But if you were to wish gone, I can disappear. Not just from your lives.
No, no! Not at all! George exclaid, shaking his head. Of course you shouldnt! Were-, were happy to have you. Youre our brother! Even if youve changed, youll always be our brother. No matter what. It was a lie. Not a complete lie, not an evil lie, just A white little lie told to everyone there, including George himself. He didnt want to admit it to himself, but at the mont, his doubts were so deep and heavy that he couldnt possibly admit that this man before him could possibly be related to him by blood.
...Thank you. Kreig turned away. Sohow, despite the lack of any physical markers for it, he seed slightly flustered.
It was a human act, one that made Sam only feel a little less nervous. Her brother didnt feel it. Not a lick of it. He couldnt tell from a glance that this person was barely human. If even that. His race wasnt human, his level wasnt human, and to hear her brother talk to him as if he was only made her hair stand on edge. She wanted to point this all out.
But she couldnt. After all, now she knew the use of those guidelines. No human on Earth had a true sense of what 999 ant, including her. But she knew that if they did sothing wrong, if they let their amiable masks slip for only a second, God only knew how much damage would be caused, how many lives would be lost. She had to stick to the guidelines, had to make sure she didnt say anything wrong, had to keep Kreig calm-,
Where are mother and father?
His words were softly spoken in re confusion. There was no underlying intent, no prying need, rely an innocent question. The worst kind.
After all, it was a question they couldnt answer. Dont cause grief. Dont cause intense emotion. Those who had prepared the eting knew what would happen. Darius knew what would happen. Frank, who silently raised his hands in preparation for a battle of any kind, knew what would happen. Sam and George, who now turned to each other, mouths dry and glued shut, did not know what would happen. They swallowed and tried to smile, but it ca out as forced and alarming.
They-, they couldnt make it, Sam lied. Theres so much work to do nowadays, sotis, we just cant keep up!
... Kreig lumbered off to his chair and collapsed into it, a sigh of relief escaping his shut lips. Thank God. Thank God, I was starting to fear the worst. Tell , how do they do? I cannot rember their nas. Will you tell how they are? Do they yet work or have you taken their need for work? Letting their weary old bones rest? The slightest hint of a smile hovered around his lips and his eyes seed to dance.
There was no way they could tell him he was wrong. No way they could tell him that their parents had died in the most painful of ways possible. Of course we have, George said, his own smile trembling. Sams a police officer. A Fighter, even!
Kreig nodded sagely.
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He knew they were lying. About sothing. He wasnt sure what though.
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