Saul felt quite out of place outside, where so much conflict had occurred - his pulse was quickening, and he felt a cold, bottomless terror manifest in the pit of his stomach. He felt unable to move. Coward. "I'm - gonna go back inside." He rushed back into the Cafe, quickly got a small cup of water, sat down until the shaking stopped and he was able to calm. The sight of seeing those things attack each other was horrible, forcing wild animals to clash and feel what must be unnameable pain for no reason other than the advancement of self goals. . . and what if these animals decided to stop obeying? To turn on their master? "Shut up, shut up." He said to himself, resolving to do something.
The boy stood. What did Loki want to do... he thought, contemplating his options. At that point, be realized that Sandra was still in the cafe. Saul figured that if he could convince her to join them, then his sudden departure may not look so suspicious. He paced over to the booth that the girl was sitting in, felt stupid, opened his mouth to speak - couldn't find the words, momentarily thought again, finally said something: "So, you're uh, quite the writer?"
The boy stood. What did Loki want to do... he thought, contemplating his options. At that point, be realized that Sandra was still in the cafe. Saul figured that if he could convince her to join them, then his sudden departure may not look so suspicious. He paced over to the booth that the girl was sitting in, felt stupid, opened his mouth to speak - couldn't find the words, momentarily thought again, finally said something: "So, you're uh, quite the writer?"