Johnny called someone as a notification. Not someone important enough to veto his action. After all, it was rogue operations like this one that made Rota Fracta so dangerous. At least, it made Johnny dangerous. And that asshole who blew up Santa Claus.
Johnny rode in Miss Roc's Lincoln Continental that had been parked behind the van. He sat with Sarah, who was holding his hand tightly. He found the unromanticness of it quite touching. Romance was just about sex, but this was a deeper connection. It wasn't about friendship, either. It was the humanity of her, something deeper than her individuality, reaching out to the humanity of him. As a matter of fact, "humanity" may have been the wrong word. This was beyond humans and whatever distinctions that species might enjoy. This was God in her touching God in him. As the saying goes, "God is Love." God is the unity of all things. Our experience of love is just God touching Himself.
Johnny laughed. Sarah laughed, too.
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