Rosa stepped into the cool evening air feeling suffocated by the sorrows that filled the chapel.
What a pathetic man.
She had no problem with priests whatsoever, but she had no patience for men who hid behind God instead of finding the strength to fight for a better world. Thinking of real fighters got her thinking about a certain one nearby. It's time I faced him.
With a sigh, she made her way towards one of the trees close by and leaned against it then pulled out a piece of bread she'd saved for this moment and held it up. She smiled as it was snatched away almost instantly by a figure perched in the branches above.
"I can't believe you still tolerate being hungry," she remarked, looking up at him.
"And I can't believe I still can't sneak up on you," came the reply, a grin spreading across his face.
"You have always been the thread that kept me alive. I can find you in a crowd, and I can find you in the middle of nowhere."
