(Alex’s POV)
It’s been two days since Justin began on those fake spears. April has cautioned me not to try and rush him. Things like this apparently take time. I guess I can see why, though. It’s like copying art where you can hide a mistake by painting over it. He’s literally trying to forge someone’s writing.
“I don’t get why you’d think the writing needs to be so precise. It’s not like he’ll take it to a handwriting specialist.” I said as we walked into the pocket again.
“And what if he’s the one who wrote it to begin with?” She asked as she paused to look up at me curiously. After a second she went on to say, “He’s had that thing for Goddess only knows how long, Zan. For all we know, in another lifetime, HE was Longinus. And a warrior knows his own weapon. He knows how it feels in
