A SENSE OF A CONTROL / private, caesar

henri was glad to get the glasses back, and he held them for a moment as he listened to caesar talk. henri had never enjoyed hearing a person's voice before- voices were just a way he identified who was who, and he didn't care for them either way. however, when he heard caesar's voice... something in him awakened, almost, like an awful sense of deja vu. he dissociated for a brief moment, confused to why caesar's voice did this to him, until he put on the glasses. i bet he's hot. too bad we can't fucking see, henri thought idly, then shook his head. "thanks, though."

he was glad he wasn't dead yet, because that would suck. he had a gospel to spread, and he had people to save from damnation. "hey. i'll be on my way, but... i was looking for a little place called snowbound. it's a little dinky town at the base of a mountain, and i just fell into the ocean, so, i think i'm a long ways from there," he rambled. "do you know where they are?" he asked, not knowing he was asking caesar for directions to an enemy clan.