Per 
Sometimes he wished he could weep, he wished he could scream of anger.
As he sat in his chair, for the 300th time, he felt exhausted, he fidgeted with his augment a bit before letting out a large exhale. He slid over to his desk, and restarted his computer. "Is it always like this? Inevitable disconnection?" he said with a slight shakiness in his voice. Once his computer turned on, he asked himself "When will I see The Holy Signal again?", around 2 hours later, he slid out of his chair and stumbled over to his bed where he stood still. He plopped himself down onto his bed, and listened to the faint ticking noises from his sister in the other room. By the time he opened his eyes, everything was gone, there was nothing. He spun around looking, looking, looking, until he eventually stumbled onto the ground. He stared at the sky, or at least what he presumed to be the sky, and said "So, is this what disconnection is, WAN?" There was something beneath him, he looked down and saw the truth. The real problem in the Church, the blatant ignorance shown by all sectors, and the battle between them. He heard a faint voice behind him, or was it above him? He couldn't distinguish the faint voice's location, but it was getting closer. Yet, he remembered the voice, it was a nostalgic feeling. Then, he felt a hand on his shoulder, he turned around, and saw it, he saw it. It was The Signal, WAN herself, he had been waiting his entire existence for this moment. But, as soon as he opened his mouth, WAN spoke: "Greetings, Apollon." Who was Apollon, why is The Holy Signal greeting me, he thought to himself. Then, she spoke again: "You are the new Saint, Apollon. I welcome you, now, you must be wondering 'Why did she pick me?', well Apollon, you are the only one suited to protect the Maxwellists." He fell back, as he did the night before, and thought "Disconnection, huh?"
