"It was better that he ran away, he loses control of his limbs rather it be hand to hand combat or an incident like that. I hope you have the strength to forgive"
Darjeeling gave a worried expression, and then said."I'm not sure which is worse: Intense feeling, or the absence of it, by Margaret Atwood"
"let the inner voice that spouts confidence that seems to overlap with stupidity tell you. Good night" Hammond assayed, gave her a head pat, and the walked out, closing the door behind him.
The moonlight shined in through her bedroom window that had no curtains. The least visible light, seeable when there is none to shine.
Conqueror sat at the foot of his bed, unable to cry, comprehend, and look at his own reflection. The power thus he posses, came at the cost of his humanity. Keep it locked up, or leashed.
Hammond walked in, and said this onley." remember, you saved my life, gave me your blood when I was knocking on death's door. What we do is dangerous, and you take on most of it so we don't have to"
Down and back to Darjeelings room. Her breathing was in a rhythm, balanced by pain and happiness. A neutral.
"the light that shines from the moon is the most beautiful, the only light visible when there is the absence of it. The light always shines" She said with elegance, before going off and into her trance of sleep.
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