Day 59: Library

[gald_digger]

Anise couldn't get out of the Cafeteria fast enough. The stench of rotted food was overwhelming, and she was starting to feel sick. Most of her nausea came from seeing the people around her eating it, though. Even her friends! Anise didn't know what to do... What if lunch ended up being the same

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[tasteoftruth]

Badd looked up. He stood like a monster rising up out of the ocean, rolling his shoulders back and glaring down at his partner. "You did, and then all your problems were over. I guess it doesn't matter how many people were hurt because of your stupidity...what happened to the people your 'trust' left without a father, or a clean prosecutor to avenge them, or a partner to back them up. Your naive trust didn't help them any, and it won't save you now if you don't have the sense to realize when someone's a danger to you."

If Byrne said anything else after that, Badd wasn't listening to it. He turned his broad back to his dearest friend in the world and walked out of the room. Stone face. No emotion. Lock it all away and focus on what's before you, like you always do, and let the pain tear you apart inside until there's nothing left to feel.

Byrne had never been the sensible one anyway. He was just like his daughter on that front. If he couldn't see the danger Badd posed...then Badd would just need to make sure Byrne couldn't come near him even if he wanted to.

[corvus_veritas]

...... If words could be like knives, then Badd might as well have done Calisto's job and stabbed Byrne's heart out with that speech.

The prosecutor's face turned pale, as pale as if he'd just watched his puppy get run over by a truck, and he didn't budge until Badd had already begun walking away from him. At that point, he whirled around, said a whole load of things and would have shouted them if they weren't inconveniently in a library full of people. "Badd? Badd, no, I... Come on, I didn't mean it like that...Tyrell! Please, I'm sorry! Don't walk away from me! Tyrell!"

But Badd kept walking, and Byrne didn't have the strength to pursue him. Not after what he'd just said. It did matter how many people were hurt, goddamnit, but it wasn't stupid to trust--Calisto had just--it wasn't--didn't mean to say it like that... No, god no, why was this happening? He said one sentence wrong--one sentence--and now Badd was pissed off at him and it would be a miracle if the old detective changed his mind anytime soon. And it was all Byrne's fault. He might as well be dead.

Fuck.