SPARTA
Martin stood on the patio of the villa looking up into the sky, the mug of coffee in his hand. He wore only a loose fitting pair of black pants, the moon casting a white glow across the ground.
…fear that I am becoming too attached sire.
Martin sipped his coffee. How is that Dekton?
I… I am beginning to have feelings for them, both of them. There is not one without the other I have come to learn.
And you think that is a bad thing?
I do not wish to lose my edge in protecting them.
