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Just because inquiring minds want to know...
Krycek did not get underground in time to beat the rain.
But.
He did manage to find refuge in one of the more intact buildings, deep in the city. A few droplets of rain had burned through the ceilings and dripped onto his body over the course of the night, which only caused pain upon pain upon pain. He shook them off before they could break the skin, so they rolled and they made a sizzling noise and oh lord did they burn. Burnt like fire, and for the first time in his life Krycek was convinced that he had gotten a true taste of the hell that was in store for him.
What have I done? What have I gotten myself into?
Once the rain ceased, he sat there, cold as he lapped the blood from the wounds he could reach. He mourned over the tears in his Ostrich leather jacket, he mourned over the loss of his first molar at the bottom right of his mouth, he mourned over the loss of his dignity because he let that goddamn coward of a detective beat him up, but most of all, he mourned over the loss of what little soul he had left.
And then he thought, for a long while, as he healed.
As much as he didn't want to admit it, deep down, he knew Harth was right when he said "You'll die. Eventually."
Something told Krycek that "eventually" just might mean "soon."
With that thought in mind, he goes angrily bounding back to the sewers in search of Harth.
But.
He did manage to find refuge in one of the more intact buildings, deep in the city. A few droplets of rain had burned through the ceilings and dripped onto his body over the course of the night, which only caused pain upon pain upon pain. He shook them off before they could break the skin, so they rolled and they made a sizzling noise and oh lord did they burn. Burnt like fire, and for the first time in his life Krycek was convinced that he had gotten a true taste of the hell that was in store for him.
What have I done? What have I gotten myself into?
Once the rain ceased, he sat there, cold as he lapped the blood from the wounds he could reach. He mourned over the tears in his Ostrich leather jacket, he mourned over the loss of his first molar at the bottom right of his mouth, he mourned over the loss of his dignity because he let that goddamn coward of a detective beat him up, but most of all, he mourned over the loss of what little soul he had left.
And then he thought, for a long while, as he healed.
As much as he didn't want to admit it, deep down, he knew Harth was right when he said "You'll die. Eventually."
Something told Krycek that "eventually" just might mean "soon."
With that thought in mind, he goes angrily bounding back to the sewers in search of Harth.