Dec 01, 2008 16:06
It was strange. He'd seen the man calling himself John Keel blur, confess he was from another time, jump on that mad Captain...and then saw a man dead. He saw the men fighting, the old soldiers and the watchmen and the soldiers who up til a few hours ago had been so nobly defending against the rebel barricades--as noble as their orders allowed them, at least--surge forward at the sight of the dead man who he was not even sure was the right dead man...
And Ned for a moment can't tell if it's a conscious decision or just being swept along but he borrows a lilac off a fallen soldier and sticks it into his back pocket, gripping his sword with a focus. Let's see where this takes us.
He doesn't expect to live through this, anyway, whatever side he'd taken. It was why he'd tried walking away, before. But the fire in the men is contagious, and he can start to feel himself burn.
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