Bruce listened through the explanation with rapt attention. When Nexus was finished, he turned to stare up the line of pews toward the podium. One hand slid into his robe, pulling out the photographs Shaidra had left behind. 

When was the last time Bruce had allowed himself to simply [i]be[/i]?

[color=0072bc]"I wouldn't say that. Jenso can be a force unto himself."[/color] Bruce said. [color=0072bc]"And a lot of stories have morals."[/color]

[color=0072bc][i]'Don't destroy the wall. Traverse it, until it's purpose has been rendered obsolete.'[/i][/color] Bruce thought.

[color=0072bc]"Perhaps a first step would be no longer referring to the other side as [i]Sakki[/i]. Just... Me."[/color] He murmured aloud.

Bruce lay his head back, rolling it one way, then the other. 

[color=0072bc]"Any stories about what's going on outside of here?"[/color] Bruce asked, gesturing behind him toward where he'd entered. [color=0072bc]"I have a feeling that if you could give me hints about getting out of here, you'd have started with that."[/color]