“So it has begun. Good. I have tired of waiting.” Robert’s fists clenched unconsciously as he anticipated the violence that would soon take place.
“I wish that it had not. I wish the prophet had spoken wrongly. I would like this to all have been a horrible mistake.”
“You knew that this time would come Neville.” Robert walked to his friend and placed a hand upon his shoulder. “The prophet is never wrong.”
“Many prophets have been wrong throughout time.”
“Yes, but never a prophet touched by the light.”
Neville sighed and lowered his head. “Of course you are right brother, but I wish it were not so.”