Contemplating the existence of gods and the secrets of the divine seemed to reinvigorate him. His heart hadn't stopped pounding since he learned that the gods were once mortals, carrying emotions and feelings much like humans.
'The gods are imperfect…'
He thought about it but didn't dare to mutter the words aloud. This was madness. How could the gods not be perfect? They were gods.
As he wrestled with these thoughts, his narrowed eyes drifted to the unconscious Matlock, who stirred slightly in her sleep.
Yes, her.
Matlock was a girl, so continuing to think of her as male felt redundant. If anything, he was more curious as to why she was dressed as a boy. Frankly speaking, he wanted answers.
It was a good thing the odds were still in his favor—she remained unconscious.
Then, Matlock's eyes fluttered open.
