@genetocide / continued from here
The slip of his tongue, the name she now carried in reference to her predecessor, does not bother Faith. In fact, she’s still getting used to the newly adorned name, feeling almost sheepish when followers utter it in her presence, praising her as if she were more than mortal. Faith knows her role in the Father’s world and she accepts it, embraces it with a ghosting smile, but she's still adjusting. Leaving Sara and her old life behind is proving not to be an easy task.
Yet those are thoughts she keeps to herself because there is no room for failure in this new role.
Pale fingers reach towards the bark of the tree, but the moment she lifts her hand, the scene has changed. Like a dream, time has no meaning, skipping forward seamlessly, and she’s walking beside Peter now, his stature overtaking her own. But she doesn’t care. In here, in the Bliss, she barely notices. Here... they are equals---or so she believes.
Faith does not look to him as he speaks, but every word reaches her ears, filtering through the cloudy haze of her mind. She’s still coherent enough to retain what he’s saying, though the bliss makes her dizzy. Disoriented. Again, another adjustment she must make.
“I will,” she says quietly, her voice echoing back to her, distorted in that green world. “This place... it’s my home now. I’ll love it without a doubt.”
Faith glances up at Peter when he begins to speak of the Angels. A gnawing anxiety curls at the base of her stomach, but she doesn’t let it show. The Angels are loyal, she knows that, but she nearly became one... She was nearly taken by the Bliss’s influence and pulled into its depths, sentence to drown in that green sea. And it was not peace she felt in those moments, but fear. A suffocating, gripping fear. Her heart aches for those who suffered that fate, no matter resistance or follower. They deserved a chance to repent, a chance to come back willingly if that was their decision... The Angels have no choice.
We gotta deal, softie?
Peter’s hand extends out to her and for a moment Faith hesitates. She wears a blank expression, eyes nearly glazed over as they flick from Peter and down to his hand.
“... And if I don’t?”
