Joseph‘s face betrays nothing at he allows his eyes to close and an even breath to be exhaled through his nose. „John, you still harbor doubt inside you about the Deputy.“ blue eyes open once more as The Father takes a step forward and gently placed a hand on The Baptist‘s shoulder, squeezing it. „I understand it’s difficult, but I ask you for your faith and trust that it will come to fruition. Things will become clear I promise.“ there’s a small smile that punctuates Joseph‘s words, reassuring.
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John felt like crying, he really did and inhaled sharply again, “Joseph, I have lost all of my silos, there are no more trucks transporting goods for our family to my bunker! And most of my outposts have been taken out! Joseph, I have this doubt because I am becoming more and more worried about this deputy! I trust you, I do, but God forbid I fall to someone we can deal with and continue on!” He never really raised his voice at Joseph, but he was becoming incredibly irritated that he had to keep that deputy alive while they destroyed everything he worked for.
Grabbing onto Joseph’s hand, he squeezed it between both of his. His chest was heaving and he knew he had to calm down before he really started shouting but- ! John shoved his brother’s hand away, turning and taking a few steps forward as he put a hand to his forehead, taking deep breaths.
