“Why?”
asks Raven. “What's happened?”
“It
appears that your presence in the Weave has become common knowledge.
Not everyone is as pleased as I am to have you here.”
“By 'not
everyone' you mean Doors?”
“I am told
that there is a general feeling of malcontent amongst the fears,”
the Angel smiles, “but his voice would be the loudest.”
“This is
part of your game, isn't it?” Raven asks. “You were waiting for
this to happen?”
“You will
have to go,” the Angel ignores his question. “I cannot be seen
to be harbouring you, I'm afraid, not right now. Go, lose yourself
in the Weave. We will continue our discussion when the time is
right.”
