Even though whatever Morpheous said, made sense, she still had her own reasons not to believe him completely, but a part of her did, and that part of her was moved. She could get that he was broken like her.
She turned towards him and saw him looking at her intently.
"What?" She asked, her eyes scanning him for a beat too long.
"What made you change your mind? Do you think I am capable now?" He asked.
About to arrive at the motel, Caroline looked at him and said, "Be there in my chamber sharp by 9 am tomorrow. Don't make me regret this, Morpheous."
"I will!" he replied with a genuine smile on his face. "And you won't."
She could read that he was beyond grateful for that opportunity. His eyes had something about them, like an open book, a mirror to his thoughts and soul.
As the taxi pulled over, she got out and walked to the reception, and booked a room for him. The keeper looked at them curiously as their clothes were soaked in blood.
