Deicide

February 7-8 23xx

"How do we still have another day?" Eden was laying face down against the bed.

"Because this is a seven-day trip, and tomorrow is the seventh day." Silas had found a small pile of books inside one of the spare lockers, and was reading his third one.

"Well, yeah, but I wish we had, like, cryogenic tubes or something so we could just wake up and be there."

"Well, get a ship with that kind of technology and we can see about it."

"I'd have to do so many jobs to afford that." Eden smiled at the ceiling.

"Well, we should be there early tomorrow, so you only have to entertain yourself for a couple hours."

"That's a couple hours too many."

February 8 23xx

"Alright, we've docked, and thus our 'retrieve Silas' mission has ended." Howlan hopped down to the second floor of the ship and made his way to the door.

"Finally." Eden pulled his jacket on and clipped his mask behind his head.

"I can't wait to see your house."

"It's a mess." Eden pulled his key out from his shirt and unlocked the door to the ship. He stepped out onto the ground and took in a deep breath of fresh air.

"I'm sure it's not that bad." Silas stepped out behind them.

Eden looked around the foreseeable town. The difference in technology here and in Silas' town was great. Eden looked at the streets, which rarely had any kind of motor vehicle in them. The stores had regular painted signs, no neon colors or light-up boards. All the buildings were one height, and the sky was visible. "It's kind of rundown compared to where you lived."

"It's wonderful. I greatly prefer this place." Silas followed behind Eden, who was following behind Howlan.

"Okay, we'll stop at the house real quick, set stuff down, change, and then we'll introduce Silas to Mr. Pakuri and get some more details from Father John." Howlan waved at the man in the booth at the front of the yard as they made their way onto the sidewalk.

"Got it." Eden smiled at the man as well, then remembered he was wearing a mask and the effort was wasted.

Silas looked at the man, and stayed close to Eden.

They walked for a little bit, Eden pointing out the best food places and sloppily retelling moments he'd had with Howlan. Silas never needed to ask a question to understand what Eden was trying to convey.

Finally, they got to the house, and Eden pulled the key out of his shirt and unlocked the door.

"I can't help but notice that Eden seems to be the one with the key to the house." Silas pointed at the chain on Eden's neck.

"Yeah." Howlan nodded.

"But it's- it's Eden. Isn't that sort of risky?"

"Nah." Howlan walked through the door, tossing his bag onto the couch and making his way to the sink.

"How not?" Silas looked around, taking in the mess. There were shirts, pants, and even underwear strewn about on the couch and chair and floor. Random boxes sat behind furniture and there were stains in the carpet that almost all seemed to be a brownish-maroon color.

"He has his key to the ship on that chain, he'd die before he lost it."

"Okay, I'm all ready to head out." Eden stepped out of his room wearing a normal shirt and a flannel.

"Great, let's go then." Howlan tossed Eden his mask, which had ended up on the couch as soon as they stepped into the house.

Silas watched Eden stare at the mask for a few seconds before glancing at him.