Belief is the Heaviest Armor

[Demi Smith]

Demi sighed as she stared down at the paper again. "This is stupid," she said, before looking up at the young man sitting across from her. François Laffont and Demi had always had an interesting relationship at best. He wasn't someone she should naturally respect: he avoided fighting, was far too friendly, and seemed all too willing to work with people instead of against them. They'd definitely locked horns over how to handle AMA, that was for certain.

But Demi did trust him, and listen to him, especially when it came to social stuff, stuff that she didn't understand well at all but Franck seemed to pick up almost as second nature. Hence why she'd wanted to get his help finishing the project.

"But yeah," Demi said, looking down. "We're supposed to analyze a belief system that doesn't quite mesh up with the one we actually follow and start building some comparisons and contrasts," Demi let out another breath before looking up, "and yours is the one that came to mind," Demi shrugged then, not sure how else she could really elaborate on it now.

[François Laffont]

On many regards, Demi was Franck’s polar opposite. There was violence in her she let out. It was not necessarily a bad thing, there were ways to let it out in a positive manner but he knew she could also simply punch someone in the nose if she wanted to. Franck abhorred violence. He believed he could defend himself if forced, or push away someone while shielding another. But he also knew that, in a fight, he had more chances of ending up on the ground than raising his fists in victory.

Demi was also blunt while he was more of a diplomat. Yet, somehow, they learned to get along without their every conversation ending up in an argument. Of course, the fact they didn’t spend every time they could afford to be together helped at that for Franck was certain it would have ended up with blood. Or at least a terrible headache for both of them. Seeing each other from time to time was enough for the two of them. And if they couldn’t see each other for a while, he doubted they’d cry over it.

There was usually a reason for them to meet too. Like, let’s say, helping her understand a project she had to work on. Comparing belief systems. Could someone give her a worse assignment? He nodded though, keeping that thought to himself. “So you want me to tell you more about Christianity?” Franck could already imagine the amount of time she’ll call what he’d say stupid. Could even turn it into a drinking game if you ever wanted an excuse to get drunk out of your wits. “You do understand you have to keep an open mind, right? The comparison is not here to say yours is the faith people should follow and the others don’t make sense.” Because he could really see it as the conclusion of her essay.