Back then, I’d been expecting him to treat me as everyone else had on account of my burdens but he hadn’t. To me, meeting him had felt like a turning point in my life. He’d told me all about the armor which I visualized to protect myself. Now, he was sitting, munching on sandwiches outside the café in the CIG base and it hit me how much and how little things had changed. I weren’t inside no more. Technically I was a free woman. Only, I couldn’t leave the base without an escort and I knew Renee, Frei, or my dear mother would be hot on my heels if I tried it. Freedom was relative. Back in Serenity, I hadn’t paid a lot of attention to him. He’d told me that he was a Jesuit priest and he’d been one of the coolest people I’d talked to. Watching him sit there munching away, I realized that he was probably in his thirties, maybe forties. He had wavy black hair and a bit of fluff on his chin that made him look more like an artist than a priest. His entire facial hair was a rusty color in complete contrast from his head and he had twinkly green eyes.
