marcato: (when he slips in his suit)
aunamee ❱❱ anomie ([personal profile] marcato) wrote 2013-10-07 09:51 pm (UTC)

"You stop."

He extended a hand wrapped in tape, pointing his finger inches from R's forehead.

"Right here."

Except R didn't say 'I,' he said 'we.' Aunamee tried to imagine it, scores of half-dead men and women winding down like broken clocks. It wasn't so difficult to see. He had witnessed slivers of that world when he crawled into R's mind in the last arena. He could see the grey skies, smell the death. It was enticing in the same way that Howard's world was enticing. It was the period of suffering after a long journey of other sufferings, and it was beautiful.

"There was a time," he said, his voice nearly a whisper in that great room, "when I never felt tired. Did you know that?"

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