Savants

Cicero’s hopes for us were kinda moving. I mean, we’re not the types to save the world. We can’t even save ourselves. We needed Cicero to save us.

 

We were savants to her. Channels. Through who the truth would speak. Wasn’t that why she listened outside our lectures. In case we said it – what she was waiting for. Said it without even knowing what we said. Somehow putting the right words together. In perfect inadvertence.