Children of the Revolution

Lucas waved a hand at the mention of Naturals, wrinkling his nose. "They are certainly not the right kind of people," he drawled. "Apart from yourself and a select few others - most of whom regrettably died in the assault on the Spire - they are not the sort to make good Ascended anyway." Quite the opposite, in fact, especially if Sam was anything to go by. And he didn't plan to go by him for any future recruits. Did he have anyone in mind, though? Lily, certainly, might make a good Ascended. But there were precious few people within or without the barrier with that freedom of choice, it seemed. Grumbling to himself and kicking a stray rock as they walked, he glanced back over his shoulder at Wessex. "I think I have changed my mind," he muttered. "Perhaps you and I ought to focus on ourselves, for now - on making sure we are of as much use as possible." LUCAS don't you know there ain't no devil it's just god when he's drunk