A crown of gold;
A heart that’s harder than stone;
This was beginning to feel dangerous. Peter thought carefully about his answer, about how he offered it, shifting as he thought so his hands were folded in front of him instead of behind. He wasn’t yet in the habit of wearing gloves all the time, and the skin there only seemed to highlight Nerons point about scars. ”i can’t say I really... know what exactly Zariah saw in me.” He began, hoping this came across as more honest than humble. He wasn’t thinner to be humble.
”The man I... worked for before here, he used me as a... problem solver.” The admission came easily, Peter more concerned about his standing with than warden than almost anything else. ”I took care of people, and information, and... whatever needed doing. Before that...” He shrugged a little. ”I did whatever I was told to.” It wasn’t exactly a true vocation, but there were only so many things one could imagine someone like him doing, and if there was still a job in mind with those assumptions, the true wouldn’t hurt.
”The man I... worked for before here, he used me as a... problem solver.” The admission came easily, Peter more concerned about his standing with than warden than almost anything else. ”I took care of people, and information, and... whatever needed doing. Before that...” He shrugged a little. ”I did whatever I was told to.” It wasn’t exactly a true vocation, but there were only so many things one could imagine someone like him doing, and if there was still a job in mind with those assumptions, the true wouldn’t hurt.
And it hurts a whole lot;
But it’s missed when it’s gone;
PETER
