[ What world does this man live in that he gets propositioned regularly on the street? ]

I assumed you had enough sense to parse that for yourself. I gave you too much credit. Of course, I'm a Zenith.

[ Was a Zenith. She's not sure anymore if that's the case. Her thoughts are still too scrambled, and Cyrus' voice still overpowers any other over Communion along with a hymnal prayer from her fallen sisters about hope. Endless, transcendental hope. ]

Before you ask, I'm not here to sell you on changing allegiance. I only want to return to my own.