The old Pope found it simple to kill the new Pope; all he had to do was speak the truth. That knowledge, like a curse, would unleash disaster when uttered. Yet, he refrained, right until the new Pope touched the forbidden.
She recalled the new Pope sitting by the Well of Ascension, his head bowed, gazing into the pitch black depths, lost in thought.
Too much had happened in a single day. The madness of pursuing secrets, extinguished by the old Pope's demise. At that time he said, compared to the old Pope, he was the one deserving of death, for he had overstepped the boundaries and called forth disaster.
The most despairing aspect was the so-called secrets, the world's truth, the looming apocalypse, the endless cycle.
Watching the bewildered new Pope, Watson decided to leave at that moment. This man of iron had begun to waver; the secrets of the old Pope had overturned his understanding and fury, rendering him utterly ridiculous.
