08-03-2008, 06:50 PM
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Maybe he had let the shadow consume him too much. Friendship was nothing he knew much of to be completely honest. Alliances without feelings was what he was used to, not .. not much else. He had once loved his own daughter, but he had taken a path that blinded him, and he had hurt her. If she was dead or alive, he did not know, but his once beloved girl would never be able to love him again. He had made sure of that. The worst part is that he had not regretted it at all, not thought about it either when it had been done and he had turned his back to the weeping being on the floor.
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Maybe he had let the shadow consume him too much. Friendship was nothing he knew much of to be completely honest. Alliances without feelings was what he was used to, not .. not much else. He had once loved his own daughter, but he had taken a path that blinded him, and he had hurt her. If she was dead or alive, he did not know, but his once beloved girl would never be able to love him again. He had made sure of that. The worst part is that he had not regretted it at all, not thought about it either when it had been done and he had turned his back to the weeping being on the floor.
Deuce's words would have warmed more if he knew how to feel, to appreciate the honesty behind her words. Yet, in the slightly blurred state of his brain, some of it came through, and it mattered. She promised she would still be here when he woke. He had once tried to take the ivory woman by force, and had somewhat done so, but she had not used it against him when he was at his weakest. He closed his eyes. The last thing he would remember was the hand that held his. Alive and warm. Hers.