Vigtor looked up from his phone as the woman approached and when she began talking, he looked behind him, having momentarily forgotten he was against a wall. He sighed and endured her barrage of questions, taking small sips of his bourbon in one hand and idly tapping and swiping his phone in another.
She was correct; the monks had a bad habit of abducting the new-Bees (pause for laughter). And yet-- Vigtor was silent for a long moment after she finished her inquisitional assault. Partly to make sure she was done and partly giving her questions some real thought.
Vigtor’s voice had a faint trace of an Eastern European accent, though it seemed so diluted, one was left to wonder. The man’s voice carried age, making it raspy at times, but his voice also had a deep harmony to it, like voices carrying out from a cavern entrance. "I don’t believe there is a simple answer or explanation for any of those queries. To address the first; I believe every man and woman, regardless of whether or not they are ‘special,’ fights to control their fate every day. We do the same, only we are far more aware of the chains that bind us. Life is a give and take of submission and dominance, heartbreak and joy… we are always surrounded by forces that can twist our fate and yet we continue to fight. The beautiful tension of unwavering forces and unstoppable objects.
“Now, as for the abrupt change of the director in our little play… I believe we had people within our own faction who helped get him there. Who are we serving and why…?”
He paused at this and took another sip of his drink. “That’s an incredibly complex question and an even more complicated answer. We serve… chaos. The small event that spirals into something greater. As to the why… I have long decided that the ‘why’ rarely matters.”
He drained his glass and as he gazed into it, as one might a crystal ball, sparks leapt from his fingers. In another moment, the glass appeared on the counter for the proprietor to wash it. “Everyone is inevitably pushed into something they do not understand and dislike. I have long ago made my decision as to whom I follow, but you are correct; not everyone seems to get that choice. I suppose, when it comes down to it, that one needs to ask themselves: what do I want and what will I do to get it? You see, my dear, from this moment forward, what you do is entirely up to you. But you must understand: every action has an equal and opposite reaction. That, one does not even need to know how to read the models to know. Every action you take has a consequence. Let me ask you this: if you could do anything you wanted in the world, what would it be?”