Little was there Throm could do to drive the chill from his bones as he sat within his office. Out of habit he attempted to will into existence a warm meal of chicken only to feel no response to his unspoken commands. Yet for some reason it didnt bother the man. No, it seemed to validate everything that he had hoped for. It was a small price to pay to filter from his mind and body the corrupted taint of the black makou that had plagued him for so long. He returned his attention to the document at his desk and with great effort continued to scrawl upon its surface. Yet even as the pen made its way slowly across the paper, Throms mind drifted back within itself as old memories seemed to overtake newer ones. Fond memories of arriving in alien lands as an immigrant flooded past those of tainting the lifestream and his inadvertant fall from moral grace. He remembered the very moment hed been taken in by the Syndicate and taught the ways of these lands. Finding good company in his new home among the Guardians. Through his recollection of a catastrophic fall of both organizations he grasped the memories of forested scents, long brown hair, of an alluring smile found often concealed beneath the edge of a tea mug. Beyond memories of a Vectorian occupation emerged a glimpse of his acceptance within the Tripower halls. All of these latter a representation of those choice moments in his life where all had been truly right with the world. These were the memories he would choose to cling to. Something again tugged at the back of Throms mind and he slowly groped his way back to the consciousness he hadnt been aware he had departed from.
'Stay with it old man. Youve finally made it, this is no time for a nap.
His voice muttered weakly through the dark confines of his office. He took the document and folded it as neatly as he could into a plain envelope upon the desk.
Throm stood slowly and pulled the bundle of robes he wore tightly about him as he shuffled his way to the door. The very act of moving caused a shiver from the chill which he couldnt seem to shake. Again an inner naysayer at the back of his mind pulled at him, trying to tell him something but he set such thoughts once more far from his mind.
