[ Banagher senses something different long before he's consciously aware of what it actually is. No matter how many times he's been subject to the vague workings of his own mind, he's not yet really come to learn how to utilize it, recognize it beyond the feeling of being called to.
For him, it's dangerous to wander. In less kind terms, he is simply not allowed. It came with the territory of playing keeper to one of the most dangerous weapons of the time, and regardless of the fact that he has little will to use it to its end, he's a risk, plain and simple. But there are spaces of time where he manages to evade his keepers, and wander is what he does, slowly at first. Through warm evening streets lighting up to fend away the approaching darkness, past an assortment of milling people. Like being pulled by something--no... ]
( out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing. )
For him, it's dangerous to wander. In less kind terms, he is simply not allowed. It came with the territory of playing keeper to one of the most dangerous weapons of the time, and regardless of the fact that he has little will to use it to its end, he's a risk, plain and simple. But there are spaces of time where he manages to evade his keepers, and wander is what he does, slowly at first. Through warm evening streets lighting up to fend away the approaching darkness, past an assortment of milling people. Like being pulled by something--no... ]
Who?
[ Someone. ]