The present

After the recount of his past Drathon sat solemnly on the rooftop of the apartment, the wind blew across his neck and through his hair. He took this time to think as it felt like it was all he could do. There was the possibility of him and Megan being watched by the MPs but Jacob had always assured him that it would be a safe place. As Drathon sat alone and as Evie had left. Megan hadn't seen Drathon leave to upto the roof via the ladder. While he sat on the rooftop another breeze passed along his lean frame and the undershirt he wore moved along with the wind sending the breeze up his back, if anyone were there to see him up close they would capture a glimpse of his scarred body from just below his neckline and just above his waist.

He'd lean forward to gaze upon the city he once prowled. It had been a while since he was freely able to slide between buildings and down alleys to escape the military police. Among other things. But it was freeing having the ability, from where he stood now he felt trapped like he did all those years ago. Megan had climbed up the ladder to see him at this point it felt cold as she felt a crisp breeze go up her back making her shiver, she approached Drathon from behind and sat beside him, leaning into him. He then spoke up to break what momentary silence there was, as he didn't much react to her leaning into him. Not to say he approved but was indifferent to it.

"My chest feels tight looking at the city like this, but it's also comforting," Drathon mentioned as he looked at her. Megan's soft blonde hair shone slightly in the sunlight from overhead.

"It sounds like you feel nostalgic." She replied looking up at him, he was cold to the touch and he didn't react a bit. Any other person would probably worry about this but, not Megan for whatever reason the little time she's known this man, this made sense. In a sad way. All she did was heal his wounds and he indirectly repaid her by letting her stay and watch over him.

"How would you know that? I don't get it," he replied slightly confused about the whole situation, not that anyone would blame him, who can correctly assume what they don't understand. At least, Drathon didn't understand it, but Megan did.

"It's more of a guess, you won't know unless you sit on it for a bit. Think about what you're feeling and admit it." she would say calmly to him looking into his soft blue eyes. How could eyes like that kill one would think, could something that didn't understand themselves really hurt another. The answer was obviously yes but Megan would keep her disbelief to herself for now.

"I... See..." Drathon looked at her, a feeling of reprieve came over him albeit brief in nature but fulfilling. Maybe this was the first time he felt something for what felt like a lifetime ago. He pulled up the arm she was leaning on and places it around her. Megan looked at him momentarily before nestling into his body as they watched the city together.

"You don't have to keep sleeping on the sofa you know... maybe sleep in the bed? I don't mind." she said softly.

"I'll consider it." he would say to her. After about another fifteen minutes Drathon got up, grabbed his jacket placing it back on and headed inside, once down the ladder he decided to start on making some dinner for the two of them as the sun would start to hang low in the sky as afternoon became evening. The kitchen hadn't been cleaned since the mornings visit and breakfast. Drathon got to cleaning everything off the table and placing it beside the sink on the countertop. Megan had followed him down and sat on the sofa then seeing him cleaning. She felt sorry as she made the mess making the pancakes so after getting up she pulled in his jacket. "Maybe take this off? The sleeves will get in the way." As she said this Drathon looked at her before shaking his head.

"I can work with it on. Have before." he replied calmly though she felt something else about him as he said it. Not like she hadn't seen him without it before.

"Take it off ok? It's just me," her eyes fixed on his as they exchanged looks his being calm but somewhat off. hers was serious and upset.

"Fine..." begrudgingly Drathon removed his jacket revealing him with just a tattered undershirt which now from this angle, she could see the outlines of the scars that covered his body. For a moment she found herself mesmerized by them. Never had she seen this... it was scary imagining how he got every single one of them. She followed them with a finger before he took her hand stopping her from continuing.

"Please don't..."

"Sorry Drathon I didn't mean-"

"Don't worry too much about it. As a healer I can imagine what must be going through your head. These scars may never fade. All caused from me fulfilling my duty as a killer. So please, don't feel mercy for me. I don't deserve-"

Megan would cut him off by nudging him slightly.

"How about, we save this conversation for another day Drathon. I'll get started in dinner, how does soup sound?"

"Soup sounds good..." Drathon replied to her.

He walked to the sofa as he pulled his jacket back on over himself and took out a white cloth and a dagger as he starts to polish it.

"I'll be good." He'd mutter under his breath.

Twenty minutes past and the soup was almost ready and Drathon was still as he sat on the sofa in wait. It was then Megan walked over to him sat on the sofa not sure if he'd passed out. He was nodding in and out and he was muttering something. "I'll be good..." another thing to add to the list of mysteries this man would have for her to uncover. However, for now she'd let him be.

"If then was the past and this is our present. then what do the gods wish upon our future"