Subject: For Celia. Please stop bugging me.

OOC: Might want to read some of the older messages to get back into the "feel" of things.

IC: Mission tosses the glowing glove at Cadfael but the other man's eyes do not follow it. It softly strikes Cadfael's chest, hangs there for a moment, and then falls limply to the cavern floor.

Pressure rises against his temples as he fights to hold Mission's gaze, to use it to anchor him in the moment.

He can see the monk's mouth moving, but the words seem out of synch. "Do you know where the tunnel is, Cadfael?" The words finally reach him, long after Mission has finished speaking.

The weight is lifted from his mind and he hears himself answer, "Were you not listening brother? I have already told where the tunnel lies and the fate that awaits all but me if they enter. I will save Promise, my Brother, you need have no fear." He watches himself smile and reach out to embrace the other man, enveloped by light that seems to emanate from the very ground on which they stand.

Outwardly, there is no change on his face, or in his eyes or in his stance. Mission, frustrated by the silence, looks away. He pulls back the anchor. The clarity begins to drift. Mission turns to leave. The clarity is shattered completely. Nothing but the shards of... of something. Not past, nor present nor future. Just... shards.

He sinks to a squat. Other forms walk round him, drifting down the tunnel, away from the end.

"Fools." This time he speaks aloud, though he is not sure of it, not really aware of the words. He is sifting through the shards, trying to force them into an image. Any image. Keeping some and discarding others. The words just spill from his mouth, as if it were a hole in his mind through which the shards may fall.

"Set on a path by a fool and abandoned by fools. If darkness watches appearances and disappearances these holes in the Earth will grow darker before too long. My Mission abandons me but I will see it through."

He trails off, the discarded glove catching his eye. Gently he scoops it up, tracing its fingers along the floor in a large circle. "Sanctuary. The gates to a temple hall always lead to Sanctuary. 300 paces around the hall," he drags the fingers in a straight line from the circle, "1. 2. 3..." he softly intones. "All with your back to Pelor's Seat." He smiles with those words. "Under the eye of two Gods, hidden from both by the shadow of the other." Quietly he traces out a smaller circle before slipping the glove over his hand.

Without a word he stands and looks off in the distance, away from the party. Directly at the hole to the surface if the cavern wall did not block his view.

OOC: Ok, so it's a bit melodramatic, but at least this way Celia will leave me alone ;)