The crown of the Cross was no longer a legend.
The legend had created history.
Always through strategy.
And the historians would start their analyses.
The Master didn’t manage to find Peter.
Mental shock.
Change of phase.
New ramification.
That which everyone thought as the end, was only the beginning.
He didn’t want to share his thought at that moment because no one else was ready.
After a trinity years of war at the extreme of the cross, who could listen to the hyperbolas of the Thousand year Man after the parabolas?
No one.
Except for Peter.
But the legend hadn’t finished.