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Feb 08, 2009 14:46

Daniel is tired, and there really isn't much use in trying to hide it anymore. It shows in his expression, in his movements, you can hear it in his voice...

That's the thing about this place: it's draining, more so now than ever. It's damn near impossible to keep this place running the way The Powers That Be want it to with so few people, all of whom want nothing more than to get the hell away, or to find someone to blame - and that blame, without fail, falls square on him.

He can't count how many times he's said "I don't know," or "I can't help you," or "I'm sorry." And what is he apologizing for, really? This isn't his fault. This wasn't his idea. He wants out just as badly as everyone else. Why doesn't anyone believe him when he says that? What makes him any different?

Again, for the hundredth time, he's left with more unanswered questions than truths.

He can't remember the last time he was this frustrated.

If anyone needs him, he's where he always is - in the Orchid. Today, though, he's not working quite as hard as he usually is. In fact, he isn't working at all. He's just sitting there, head in his hands, thinking.

daniel faraday, odd thomas, @location: the orchid

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