While it should be no surprise that a mystagogue and a Libertine had hardly ever talked, Sacramento was still a small city, and they were pressed by many threats. Perhaps a bit more tightness could have been expected.
It was with those hopeful thoughts - sort of - that Miach was pacing back and forth in the O'neil's park, waiting for Einstein to come. He was wearing heavy clothes, thus insulating him from the relative coolness, and he tried to make use of the time to brace himself, sure nonetheless that she would offset him easily. Would they manage to see eye to eye somehow ?