Nov 23, 2009 10:44
[ voice | mostly unhackable ]
Obviously a part of me wants to press it. Sometimes being here for so long makes an elf desperate. Three years and the chance to go home? Who wouldn't? But I don't...
[sigh.]
Can't leave Artemis. Or the police. Sometimes I wonder if this place has become just as much a home to me as Ireland. Maybe that's enough of a warning sign that I should leave while I still can.
[a long, long pause; she's staring the box. When she speaks again, it's a very low murmur.]
But even so, I don't think I could have any of this hanging over me.
[And yet, something in Holly's tone suggests that she's uncertain.]
[ PUBLIC: ]
... I wonder what would happen if I shot that blasted box.
Before I can change my mind.
the architect,
stubborn elf,
curse,
home,
25,
boxes,
core of steel = win,
the city