The Order

In With The New

I can't seem to understand why James is so eager.

To what? Kill his father?

This is much more than just just us-vesus-templars. Something is wrong. He has an intense, almost hatred for his own father. Someone of his own blood.

"Hey, you going to be okay?" I asked.

James replies, "I'm not letting him get away!"

His tone changed dramatically.

"Stay low, move fast, kill first, die last."

I didn't know James had an semi-poetic side. Well, that's new. He quoted it from some book I've read before, I can't remember.

Just. Don't. Die.

In reality, that's all I've been thinking about, keeping him from death.

Of course, he was the only thing keeping me from going full-on-rage twenty-four-seven.

It drove me to the point of madness. I wouldn't let him out of my sight, I couldn't.

This is going to be the death of me. 

James

John is having another panic attack, I can tell.

Over me? I was going to kill John when I first met him. I never let him know that though.

It would have crushed him.

Even to me he's my best friend. At this time and place, you need friends. Just to survive.

John

I can't handle it, my brain is about to explode.

To many thoughts, to much.

I just need to rest, out with the old day, in with the new.