Christopher, along with Lewis and David, had been back to the club for three nights in a row. The Gods had not shown up. Their plans were never made public and even if they had been they couldn't be trusted. Elijah had sent the three out to look at every possible angle. How the Gods controlled the room, how many exits there were, how many humans came to party on an average night. Christopher had voiced the concern that maybe sending the same people who had been there when Keahi had beat Bran would be dangerous, they could be recognised by the other clubbers or the Gods themselves, but the danger never came. The Gods never showed up and the humans were never the same. Christopher knew Elijah and a few others had started planning something but he was to low down in the grand scheme of things to be told anything about it yet. Bran had his bandages taken off about two days after the attack, he was healing nicely. Christopher went to see him at least once a day, sometimes with either Lewis or David, never with Diamond. He also tend to avoid the times Diamond was sitting at Bran's bedside. Now they had sort of spoken about their feelings they had become closer, in those pockets of time Diamond was all Bran needed not him. He didn't feel put out by this. Christopher hadn't really taken much notice of Bran until he was fifteen and trying to get some cigarettes from him. Even in a world controlled by tricky Gods teens liked to be seen as rebelling slightly. Christopher was around twenty nine at the time so had no time for teen rebellions, his teenage drama days were well and truly over and he was thankful for every day after his eighteenth birthday, but when Bran was sixteen he was sent out with Christopher for the first time. He was so skittish and quiet Christopher couldn't help but smile, he wondered if he had been the same. Probably not since he can actually remember when the Gods came and how human life turned to shit. Bran was a man now, a young man, but not as clueless as he had been as a teenager. Every night was the same after coming back from the club. All three reported to Elijah of their findings, he was always hanging off every word but his face looked bored mostly. Then they would go to Bran and talk with him until they all got so tired they could barely carry themselves to their rooms. The same routine for three days. In those three days Christopher barely thought about Themi until he started getting ready to go to the club, and then she was all he thought about until he went to sleep.
The Gods had not been going to the club because they were barely speaking. Juni was still mad at Keahi, Juni and Keahi were mad at Makis and Themi because they thought they were hiding something, and Themi was too tired to be mad at anyone. After their chat Makis had come to Themi only once more and he told her Keahi sensed Juni was angry every time either he or Themi walked into a room. Themi tried not to notice but she had. Every time she walked into a room Juni would glare and then tell her to not be so awkward. Juni's stare was, however, making her feel more and more awkward so after the second day after the club incident Themi would barely leave her room. She realised this made her look more suspicious but she couldn't bare it anymore. Makis usually stopped by with a meal or a snack but he knew she needed space. He didn't feel any fear from her so he doubted Juni or Keahi would feel anything else either. Themi spent most of the day thinking about sparkling blue eyes. So one day she wrote him a letter. She addressed it to the boy and the man with those eyes. She had wrote about how she remembered his hope, how she had thought little about him after but had somehow always hoped herself that he survived and grew into a man who was still hopeful, she wrote about how he was the first person who had actually looked at her and not wanted anything. She knew she had to hide this letter but for some reason it felt right to write these words. She needed it. The world was wrong, she felt it, she knew it, but she didn't stop it becoming like this but for one second looking into his eyes something felt right. There was hope. She hoped there would be again but she could only tell the paper and pen. Not even Makis would understand. She was alone but now she had this letter she had finally admitted it to herself. For a few minutes she felt right. She felt like herself, her real self. She had hid the letter for about two hours but got to paranoid so when all her siblings had retired to bed she went to the kitchen and burnt it. Those words had existed and to her that was all that mattered.
