[Such a simple thing, unmaking men. In the blinking of an eye, he was gone.]
...Not very successfully, I suppose.
[He lifts a hand, flexing his fingers, watching tendons move and muscles shift beneath the faintly scarred skin. His hand. His flesh. All still there, all in one piece, put back together after oblivion. He closes his eyes and thinks of the chill wind on the planetarium patio, of brick chafing the inside of his forearm, of white-hot sensation flashing behind his eyes over and over again — Reno behind him, inside him, solid, real.
Still here. Back from the dead. Alive.]
Save for a dear friend, who always seems capable of pulling off the impossible right when we all need it most. If there's one thing I regret about it all...
[Just one thing, Thancred? Just one?]
It's that I couldn't do more to help. That they had to do so much of it alone.
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...Not very successfully, I suppose.
[He lifts a hand, flexing his fingers, watching tendons move and muscles shift beneath the faintly scarred skin. His hand. His flesh. All still there, all in one piece, put back together after oblivion. He closes his eyes and thinks of the chill wind on the planetarium patio, of brick chafing the inside of his forearm, of white-hot sensation flashing behind his eyes over and over again — Reno behind him, inside him, solid, real.
Still here. Back from the dead. Alive.]
Save for a dear friend, who always seems capable of pulling off the impossible right when we all need it most. If there's one thing I regret about it all...
[Just one thing, Thancred? Just one?]
It's that I couldn't do more to help. That they had to do so much of it alone.