The armor whispered from its resting place atop a full-body mannequin. Glistening in the moonlight pouring in through the window of their apartment, the simple breastplate glimmered like a strange apparition. Jhosua had been watching it since he had settled into bed. Obsessed with protecting it, Jhosua tried to believe Verita’s assurances every night that it would be fine away from him for a few hours. The few hours he actually slept. “Jhosua…” With a quick yawn, Jhosua closed his eyes and smiled. I love you, he thought. “This is Jhosua Weros. Who is this?” he muttered into the device. *** ***