Consequences | Dorian & Maria
Dorian wanders the streets of northern Copenhagen. He tells himself that it's an aimless walk, but he knows that isn't true. He's heading, vaguely, toward Klampenborg, even though he knows that Mathias and Luca aren't there. He chuckles at the thought that, in his time of crisis, he wants to see Mathias. Mathias of all people.
The raid had come in the middle of the night and, at first, they thought it was retaliation from The Order. But it had turned out to be nothing more than regular thugs. Most of the resistance had scattered and regrouped later, but some didn't. The Seraph was still locked in his vault, but they had taken the boy. He wonders whether the slavers knew how important he was and what he could do?
As he slowly strolls into a more residential areas, he notices that the life looks better here, almost as if The End never happened. He'd lost his big gun in the raid, but he still had his hand gun tucked into the back of his pants. He thinks about using it, but knows that it would only cause him pain and not kill him. Instead, he ducks into a back alley and slides down the wall for a proper feeling sorry for himself session.