REDEMPTION IS...

He walked purposefully forward through the middle of the road, sky above, earth below - traffic screaming either side of him. He fixed his gaze to no point in front of him, but to a point anyway. His eyes glazed, his blink slow and heavy, his jaw held tight, his fists at his side, even tighter. He was young of face and old of heart, he was old of face and young of heart. Redemption, he thought, is not for the faint hearted. It is the passage of a dark wing across the face of god.