The Cry of Reason
Reason was tired. As the waves of sadness washed over him, he weeped, the silent tears wracking his body.
Faith looked on quietly. She bent down, and whispered softly in his ear, “προφητείας μὴ ἐξουθενεῖτε, πάντα δὲ δοκιμάζετε, τὸ καλὸν κατέχετε.”
She stood up, gently held his head in her hands, and wiped away a tear. They gazed into each other’s eyes, as Reason settled down. Faith just watched quietly, till he was settled. She gave him a smirk.
“Rejoice?” she asked.
He started to grin. “Always.”
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