[TM] 230 - Black and White
There’s a code of ethics all living things adhere to...angels and devils alike, a code that would cost a man a lot more than his soul to break. There are lines even demons don’t cross for fear of becoming something worse, something less than alive. This is the way of the world...or at least, it’s the way of the world as Sawyer sees it. He’s sure as hell no angel...and ultimately, that’s his saving grace. It keeps him honest...keeps him from allowing that code he follows from deserting him.
Only a monster could leave a mother to die...and it ain’t much of a surprise to him that Fish Eyes has no problem with it.
There was no getting around it...no place in between that would let him leave her out there when he had two functioning legs and a breath in his lungs. There was a kid that needed her, a son that was waiting for her. So the others might lock him out, screw him over and get him killed...that’s just what people did to him at the end of the day. At least he tried.
So he was going to get stuck looking after Big and Little Blondie...that was just part of the deal. Shit, if he was going to get them out of harm’s way, he was going to see it through...it was simple shit: the albatross had to hang around his neck if he wanted to still call himself living, breathing, functioning, just plain human.
That’s just how it was. It’s how things were done...the way the world worked.
At least it is, the way Sawyer sees it. The world he lives in has no boundaries...but it started with limits he had to destroy to make himself free.
His core is black and white, pure as snow and black as midnight...because it’s the only way to achieve those shades of grey that let him keep on surviving.
Muse: James "Sawyer" Ford
Fandom: LOST
Words: 332
Only a monster could leave a mother to die...and it ain’t much of a surprise to him that Fish Eyes has no problem with it.
There was no getting around it...no place in between that would let him leave her out there when he had two functioning legs and a breath in his lungs. There was a kid that needed her, a son that was waiting for her. So the others might lock him out, screw him over and get him killed...that’s just what people did to him at the end of the day. At least he tried.
So he was going to get stuck looking after Big and Little Blondie...that was just part of the deal. Shit, if he was going to get them out of harm’s way, he was going to see it through...it was simple shit: the albatross had to hang around his neck if he wanted to still call himself living, breathing, functioning, just plain human.
That’s just how it was. It’s how things were done...the way the world worked.
At least it is, the way Sawyer sees it. The world he lives in has no boundaries...but it started with limits he had to destroy to make himself free.
His core is black and white, pure as snow and black as midnight...because it’s the only way to achieve those shades of grey that let him keep on surviving.
Muse: James "Sawyer" Ford
Fandom: LOST
Words: 332