Chapter 120 Threads Of Doubt

• The Nexus surrounded me and everything seemed to be a mix of opportunities and options. This simple thought could barely whisper at the periphery of my mind, trying to pull the extremely feeble faded strings of my being apart. Why? Why did I fight so hard to still be me – whoever the hell I was?
• Behind the madness of a growing beast, the Architect rose in front of me, still and composed. His eyes were dark, and his gaze never strayed from my face as he slowly stalked around me. The physical restraints on my body, however, had been removed; but the force that came from him and The Raven would keep me immobile as any rope or chain ever could.
• The man called The Architect looked at me like a confused girl and sighed. Sinking in a pool of broken souls and partial truths. Yes, hope, that is why I can make sense of it all to you Brianne.