reflections turn my heart to stone

[Jefferson Soul]

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http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... itable.png);background-position:bottom;background-repeat:no-repeat;"> I'm going to close and archive this after this post, if that's okay with everyone. This thread's just about as far as it can get, and it's old old old. ^^; Deuce called, summoning them back to the room with just a few simple words. The brute's ears flickered somewhat, a scowl returning to his face; the words he's snapped at his gray-furred rival were left hanging idly in the air, though DaVinci appeared ready to bite back at the first chance he could. Instead, though, the creature withdrew again and frowned like an abused puppy, like everything that had happened to the once-majestic Matriarch was his fault. Reason was beyond this pitiful creature, and Jefferson knew to stop trying. Surely he was just as stubborn as his mother was... And the cyclops knew he would be in the same situation later on, trying to convince her she'd be all right. Life went on. Was she going to be okay? Hell, he didn't know. Jefferson was trying to convince himself so, but the dark, gurgling feeling in the pit of his stomach screamed otherwise. He wanted to tell DaVinci that she would be okay, but he was aware it was not. Things were going to change; the woman was too stubborn to let things remain as they were, especially if she was handicapped in some way as he. The only thing Jefferson could muster for words was, "Tell your kids, DaVinci." A sigh escaped his lips, and he began for the door to the other room, dreading whatever waited there. She could be blinded, handicapped, forever changed. He didn't want to know about it. "We're all still alive," he muttered as he reached for the door. "That's all that matters."

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