“I don’t know if what we’re meant for really plays a role anymore.” Abran stopped and lifted the kerosene lamp from the hook. “We should go back to the deck. Check on Daniel.” “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to mock. I’m just cynical, I suppose.” “You may think you have no beliefs or hopes, but you do. It’s better you be aware of them since you already have them,” Abran said, turning and leading the way out of the armory. We climbed up the ladder and onto the deck.
