Standing in one of the hidden balconies in the gargantuan statue of St. Rectitude which was the headquarters of the Church, Jonah looked out at the heavy rain that was lashing the Mainland.
To others, it looked as if he was deep in thought, reflecting on all of the duties that had newly been placed on his shoulders, but in reality, he was thinking of just one person who had changed his life entirely by coming into it.
Today was the day. He hadn't been able to talk to his disciple much, recently, as it felt as if he was being watched day in and day out, but that did not stop him from receiving a few messages. Hence, he knew that today, no matter what happened, everything would come to a head.
He had listened to the message at least 100 times, trying to ascertain the emotions of the one that he trusted more than anyone else in the world, but no matter how many times he did so, he couldn't decide whether his disciple was confident, or resigned.
