@griefacquainted was given something
They called Las Vegas Sin City. Who nicknamed it that, Judas never really knew. But it was funny, in a way that he had trouble laying a finger on. Something, perhaps, about how Yeshua was once tempted in the desert. There was an irony there, even if it wasn't the same desert.
Whatever it may be, Judas rarely left the city, if he could help it. What exactly should he do? Go out and preach the gospel on a street corner somewhere? Become a priest? What would he have done if he hadn't betrayed him, once upon a time?
Well. Things would have been very different. But they also couldn't have been different. There needed to be someone to betray Yeshua, without that... Without that, would he have reached as many as he did? Was it the martyrdom that lead him to greatness, or what came before it? If these questions had answers, Judas didn't know them.
What he did know was who was sitting in the diner he tended to frequent, just outside the city, where prices were cheap-- even if the diner itself was a little dated and dirty. Judas would have recognized him anywhere, any time, any place. It didn't matter that times were different. It didn't matter that they were both different. You do not forget the face of the person you loved and ultimately destroyed.
Judas makes a plan to exit without being seen as Yeshua is sat, but something stops him. His gut curls uncomfortably, and yet he can't seem to stop himself as he changes directions from the door to where his old... Friend. Let's call him a friend, sat. He's still holding his mug of tea, having not exactly noticed he still had it in his hands, and strides over to his friend.
And lays it on the table in front of him.
"you've seen better days." He doesn't mean it as a joke, Judas is unfortunately quite blunt, even in the best of times. But it almost reads like one, being it's the first thing he's said to him in centuries.
