#thequest

[Old monk closing book and removing glasses, and thoughtfully cleaning lenses with a small cloth.]

Favourite Outfit

It had become something of a ritual to them that Jenkins brought him some hot chocolate before he went to bed. So today. Ezekiel was not feeling well. Eve had come back slightly beaten from her job. Nothing bad at all, but the thief always painted the worst. The dark circles, that made his non-existent or bad sleep visible, he was fortunately able to hide with make-up. The older man looked at him now and Ezekiel sighed heavily as he accepted the cocoa.

"What are you looking at, Jenkins?" He asked tiredly and sipped at the cup.

"You have to tell them ..." he first left open what exactly he meant by that.

"I have to tell whom what?" The dark-haired one asked, avoiding his gaze.

"You exactly know what I mean ..." retorted the caretaker, trying to catch his eye. Yes, he knew it, but that doesn't mean that he would reveal it so easily. Then, after all, it was not who he was.

"I have no idea ..." he said and pulled a face as if he did so.

"We both know that's a lie ... You may be a good liar, but you forget that I've seen many come and go, so I think I can read people relatively well ..." how he was always able to stay so calm, was a mystery that Ezekiel partou wasn't able to solve.

"All right ... It may be that there is something that bothers me ... But that's my problem and not their ...", the librarian sighed resignedly, running his hand through his hair. However, his counterpart did not want to let it stand that way.

" So?" He asked, taking a chair and sitting down opposite him, his hands folded into his lap.

"Well ..." why did he even think about telling him? Either because he was tired, or even if he did not want to admit that to himself, because he hoped that talking about it would be good.

"It's about the time warp ... It's haunting me, do not let me settle down ... "he began to tell with a sigh.

"I've seen them die so many times ... Could never do anything but watch and try to prevent it next time ... Eve ... Cassandra, Jake ... I'm not as good as they're. Eve the born Leader who is brave and strong, who regularly saves our asses. Jake who is strong and clever, who can speak dozens of languages, and the wonderful Cassandra ... sometimes a little over the top, but incredibly lovable and a math and science genius. Flynn and you are also so much better than I. All I can do is steal ... And suddenly I have to take responsibility and I'm responsible for the health of three people and I can not do anything to stop what's happening. Ever and ever again they die in front of my eyes. Aint it clear that I do not want to think about it or talk about it? But I can not do it, I can not get the pictures out of my head and have to think about it every day ... But you know what worst is? I'm just worried. Every damn single once ... "the cocoa in his hand had stopped steaming now and he looked up wearily at the older one.

"I can not say I know how you feel Mister Jones, because even though I'm immortal, I've never been in a similar situation ..." he confessed sympathetically but not compassionately.

"However, I can imagine how bad this must be for you ... But listen, it will not get better if you keep trying to handle it all on your own, isn't it?" He tries to talk well into his conscience. He just did not want that wonderful young man in whom there was so much more than anyone else suspected, so tormented. He put his hand on his knee.

"Promise me one thing ... At least try to talk to the others about it." He tried again while he slowly got up to let the other sleep.

"Jenkins ... I promise ... But can you do me a favor?" Ezekiel asked and you could feel the barely noticeable uncertainties in his voice. As much as he tried to keep his feelings to himself, this seemed to be a hopeless task this time.