09-10-2008, 01:59 AM
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“I don’t know,” Ahren said quietly, still staring up at the swirling gray sky. Once he had believed he had found everything he wanted. That had all gone up in flames, in the alcohol, in the alleys where the dead men came. It had been over a dozen, but he barely remembered any. Mechanical purpose had replaced feeling, and a chaotic impulse had become dominant over the rational, the logical. “I really don’t know,” he said again, though this time, his voice betrayed the smallest amount of defeat.
“I don’t know,” Ahren said quietly, still staring up at the swirling gray sky. Once he had believed he had found everything he wanted. That had all gone up in flames, in the alcohol, in the alleys where the dead men came. It had been over a dozen, but he barely remembered any. Mechanical purpose had replaced feeling, and a chaotic impulse had become dominant over the rational, the logical. “I really don’t know,” he said again, though this time, his voice betrayed the smallest amount of defeat.