Totoka River A better Opportunity

He isn't surprised when Donovan laughs at his question. He'd be surprised if he didn't laugh. Colin smiles back again-- still unsure, unable to read Donovan clearly. If he were a book, the text had just been shoved through an Enigma machine. It looked like he didn't believe in a God, but a group of higher beings. Back to the chess grandmasters. But then what really was the difference in the big picture?

"I was a reverend back home," he frowns thoughtfully. "I suppose I still am now." That small church! All the emptiness in the pews. He had a rectory right next to it; the floor sloped awkwardly and it'd driven Ruth crazy. 

He listens to Donovan's little monologue. Those who are absent of direction and have nowhere to go. That sounds like me, he thinks, although he doesn't say it out loud. "It's nice, to be a part of something. I don't get along so well with other people though." Like you, it seems. Some part of him envies Donovan's clear purpose, the comfort he has in his own skin. 

Why should he lack a purpose, why should he have to cup his hands around his pathetic excuse for faith? He misses knowing what he truly wanted. The moon sinks in the sky.