The Winchester Law Firm had a rare visitor, adding some life to the lifeless room.
Some people can remain unflustered even when the mountains crumble before them; that's called composure, a trait of heroes among men. Red Falcon could manage that too. He wouldn't just stay calm; he might even laugh out loud, exclaiming 'whoa, fuck!' a few times in surprise.
Sometimes Lorenzo thought that this, too, was a form of composure, albeit taken to the extreme.
Red Falcon had been let in on some secrets, information related to the truth of the world, but unlike the other guys who were frowning and worried, he remained indifferent. He leaned against the wall, dirty all over, eating fruit from a basket, the picture of someone who didn't consider himself an outsider.
He carried the smell of dust, as if he had just crawled out of some mine. As he moved, Lorenzo could see the dirt crumbs falling from him.
"How are the others?"
Lorenzo started to chat with him casually.
