"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"Forgiving your loyalty, I give you my service, Christian." He responded.
My consciousness was wavering in and out, I couldn't think of blood. Some of the experiments actually and tests actually did help me now I can't even breathe properly. Footsteps could be heard behind the child.
"Are you refusing my gift to you Christian?" The voice asked.
Slipping the wet towel off my forehead I sit doing my best to look him in the eyes, I end up lying back down too tired to fight him. Holding papers in his hands he tossed them down on the floor, scattering them.
"These came from Noah, but I still need a bit more."
"It's not like I can do much else Shimon…"
Facing away from the swordsman I closed my eyes, another set of stomping feet could be heard behind him. The door of my cell swung open assisting me to sit up listening to my heart making me wrap my arms around his shoulder.
