Well.
What a devil.
It did not take longer than a day for words to change.
At some point, she knew that they were going to change even though it was not about his body.
The morning lecture was getting interesting for Rowan out of the blue. He listened to every single word the bearded professor said, showing one of his old paintings of the dark side of the goddess.
"When the mercy has the colour of purity, the punishment has the colour of darkness. Why? It's the opposite. The goddess is the symbol of polarity. Light and darkness clenched in one person. She balances the humanity."
"Amen!" Oscar mocked the professor. "It's getting more and more religious,"
"You talk too much," Rowan was annoyed by the disturbance. Oscar gestured his surrendering and went back to his sleep. Once again, Rowan focused, and the professor was already moving on to the next painting. He crossed his arms, muttering nothing to himself.
