Grace is glory inchoate; glory is grace consummate.
Hena was giving Zane money.
The money her father stored for her.
Zane refused to believe that she was helping because she genuinely wanted to. Such beings were dead.
So before taking the money, he asked it directly.
"What do you want from me, Hena Myreth?"
At that, Draxus wanted to reply but this time, she will speak.
She pierced her gaze inside Zane's eyes and in her stubborn voice, she uttered only one word.
"Glory."
Her voice landed with an echo in the empty room.
Jammy and Xavier remained silent as they left it to Zane.
Zane, however, didn't know what to understand from that word.
Glory for what?
"Do you want the glory of helping those who never got help from anyone? Is that it? You want praise?"
She shook her head.
Her eyes darted on the rusty crib and the broken toys.
Her gaze lingered on them before she looked at Zane.
"I want the return of my glory."
"You had glory before?"
Hena let out a dry laugh.
