Thread: Though They Walk Through The Valley Of The Shadow Of Death (Quix & Aurelia)

With such a sheltered life, every detail of their path practically drawn for the two siblings forced to walk, it was a wonder the two had had any mental stability left at all. To comprehend what was correct to do or even how to have grasped a job without the codependency of their parents. Maybe the praying had worked that Eve had occasionally did when they had finally found freedom, then again, her mind constantly wondered if she was actually asking God who resided in the Bible, or God who was her keeper for eighteen years. But then again, did it really matter? Did prayers matter or was someone else answering anything she silently asked when on her knees? If she could have chose a God or two to answer, it would have been the kind old couple of Jerry and Betty, that had been nothing short of what a true blessing had to be. Which was why now, despite her rapid fire excitement, something was still trying to tell her to calm down, right in the back of her mind. This was her gift, she had been sure. A roof, food, job. Adam. Always her Adam, willing to let her still childlike thoughts run rampant, but kept enough stern hand to not let fairy tales blind her. At least, for the most part, clear that they were beginning to find themselves on the same page as they usually did. Minds sort of connected like one. Nodding vigorously to understand his well thought information about cops being harmed, and even killed. She watched enough television to also know that they were only human, at least it appeared everywhere. God surely couldn't have made ones not capable, right? Eve's form rolled to the side for him, admiring up at her brother as her arms held her propped up enough to stare at him while he helped to start building their all to impromptu plan, it seemed. Maybe the thought had always been in the back of their minds? Who knew what God had really pushed there, always ticking away, making the voices that liked to talk to the younger sibling more pissed off on some days then others. He was loud, but this was getting louder, and she loved it. Nod after nod happening as Adam gave his own information upon the plot. Letting her crawl to the side of the bed more then with bright eyes. A liveliness that dulled back down only a second with the worry of the couple that had let taken them in just so shortly ago, it felt like, with open, kind and tender, arms. Such a new experience for the two of them it had been overwhelming. Swallowing suddenly, Eve blinked in thought, watching up at her brother with a thoughtful expression before finally speaking. We'll ask them, Adam... surely they would have to understand this. Not the killing, maybe the killing. No, not the killing. Too sweet, too kind. She shook her head and blinked to silence her head again for the moment. We'll talk to them, tell them we need to get away for a bit. There isn't a need to worry them... we'll.... Her thoughts swirled before she reached out to grasp at one of his hands, her fingers ever so softly rubbing on his in comfort. We would be protecting them Adam, from Him.. them . What if he was to gain more power and it somehow hurt Jerry and Betty? Could we ever look at them the same, if we had a chance to at least try? Her feet shifted, drawing to dangle over the edge of the bed, still holding his one hand in her own while staring up at Adam so sweetly despite the words that left her next. And no, we haven't killed anyone before, but we can always try. What if it's easy? It always looks so easy on those shows, and.. and his cops always do it when they need to. Something like anger seeped in her eyes despite her own tears starting to swell at the corner of her own eyes, from seeing her brother so distrait, but also knowing what she was saying was coming from what little heart she believed she had left for the world. I can't sleep knowing we didn't try, I just can't. Finally letting go of his hand, the female moved over to grasp at the black shirt crumpled on the floor, pulling it over her head and letting it fall to own bare form before brushing hair out of the neck and turning to look back at her brother. I want to do this, brother, please... We'll make our list and-and figure things out as we go. Just like we've always done. Only in the quiet moment did she give him a weak smile, trying to lift his spirits enough to be so fullheartedly on board with her, no matter if either of their doubts were probably well placed and still showing. You know I'm not good at anything without you by my side.