Cuthbert barely even sees the city as they hurry through it. At any other time, he'd be drinking in every sensory detail of Eddie and Susannah and Jake's city that he could. Now, all his attention is bent on what they're hurrying towards.
(come)
Part of him wants to approach the little garden slowly, reverently. Part of him wants to break into a run. Part of him doesn't dare make a sound. Part of him wants to laugh out loud.
And when he reaches it, it's the laughter that wins. Because that's what the rose is--light and love and laughter and everything he's ever fought for or wished for.
He died for this, without knowing it. Now, having stood here in front of the rose, he'd do it again a hundred times over.
Only what the rose promises is that he won't have to, that he's done his part and he can rest now.
(all shall be well and all shall be well)
Standing in front of the Garden of the Beam, holding tight to Susan's hand, Cuthbert closes his eyes for a moment, and lets the peace of the rose wash over him.
(come)
Part of him wants to approach the little garden slowly, reverently. Part of him wants to break into a run. Part of him doesn't dare make a sound. Part of him wants to laugh out loud.
And when he reaches it, it's the laughter that wins. Because that's what the rose is--light and love and laughter and everything he's ever fought for or wished for.
He died for this, without knowing it. Now, having stood here in front of the rose, he'd do it again a hundred times over.
Only what the rose promises is that he won't have to, that he's done his part and he can rest now.
(all shall be well and all shall be well)
Standing in front of the Garden of the Beam, holding tight to Susan's hand, Cuthbert closes his eyes for a moment, and lets the peace of the rose wash over him.
(and all manner of things shall be well)
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