Firefly Ravine The Hypostasis of the Archons

He grew more and more certain that the Logos in Its dispensation had preordained this meeting. They are both in the water now; the living water, that great turgid artery of the world of light.

Then could you believe that it was a mistake, his tail lashed behind him, drops of water darkening his hocks, that it was never meant to be...!

Now his voice became pensive, the intensity draining from the sharp lines of his face.

But we can seek redemption. It is possible to put all the filth and wretchedness behind us.

As those words left his mouth he could recognize their bitter aftertaste. It was his own former cynicism and ignorance, metabolized by his body and returning to its origins, the forsaken atmosphere.

He crossed the stream. There was another fact: it was impossible to step into the same river twice.

Up close, the boy looked younger than he had at first surmised, and yet his answer belied a world-weariness beyond those lanky arms and unblemished face.