This is basically Kurtis' thoughts while Lara is off defending herself against the press. It might not be up to much, but I may be able to develop it. This is sort of dedicated to Godavari as he is in the shower for most of it ; ). Here goes nothing...
Joining Forces
Chapter 14 - Head with a Mind of it's Own
The water is good. It's so hot it's taking my mind of the events of the past few days, weeks, months. Which is good? I don't know.
Lara received a call from a friend after she torched Bryce about planting that third paper. I can't describe what I felt as I watched and listened to her take it. She wasn't aware but something was wrong, I could sense it. Maybe it was because of my abilities (God that sounds so sad) that she lacks, but whatever was on the end of that line wasn't normal.
Why the hell do I care for this girl? She's just some rich chick with a cute accent. But I felt so inexplicably sad whenever she is upset. Maybe it's 'cos she saved my ass in the Strahov and I feel I owe her? Okay head, shut up. You're not allowed to think deeply unless I'm pi----. Then it's your duty to spill it to the one dude in the bar more wasted than me.
Christ, this water is really hot. I have to get out.
That's more like it; my head's back to normal again. Now where the hell did I put my jeans?
I'll have to find out about her friend, just for my own piece of mind. HOT DAMN! My head's got a mind of its own!
Sh--. My hair's gone screwed up again, serves me right for trying to towel it dry. Crap, my t-shirt's all wet now.
I need to get back to my family house. I haven't felt right ever since I left hospital. I can't let Lara know, but I have got this nagging suspicion that Karel is still around, even if it's just in spirit. But I haven't been back there since I left and changed my name to Trent.
I need to get there somehow; there will be texts that could help me rest easier. Lara cannot know, she has enough going on and I need to do this for me. It's my destiny, my legacy, my family. It's up to me, the last of the Lux Veritatis to end what my people have started, not her.
I'll stay a few days, but then I'm gone. I'm a free spirit. I need to be in cheap motels and in bar brawls, drinking cheap booze with cheap girls, not this large, stuffy, grand manor. It's claustrophobic, suffocating.
I wonder, if Lara's up for a race on her bikes and if she'll lend me one?
Christ, this door handle is frigging stiff.
Oh look. She's back.