Mar 17, 2010 07:13
I guess it was naive of me to think he might be able to have a normal life, here. I already knew what kind of place this was, but I thought 'There's plenty of people here fighting for justice. He can relax.'
But I should have known. That's not him. He can't sit back when there's a chance someone's in danger. People are precious to him. That's... part of the reason I...
I don't want him to lose more of himself. I don't want to hear those words 'he's dead' again. Temporary or not, he's still adjusting to what he lost last time. But I can't stop him. This is what he needs to do to make himself feel like he's doing what's right.
I guess I feel a little helpless. Not a feeling I'm used to. I can't say I like it very much.
worried meryl is worried...,
musing over coffee,
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