 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
Tate didn't appear to impressed with his defense, but clarifying what he had meant by the point didn't seem productive or a good idea. While part of him wanted to share with Tate the commonality of hope fulfillment, he somehow felt that bringing it up would decrease the respect and value towards what the man had said. There was a lesson in each of their conversations, and he wasn't about to shrug it off for a story.
A nod came first, followed by a respectful bow of his head. "Thank you again, Headmaster." Simply turning and leaving seemed a rather awkward and lacking scenario, and so instead, he replicated what Tate had done in his office upon their previous conversations and extended his his hand.
__________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________
I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________
_______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy. |