When morning comes, I will tell you.
Characters: Truth and Kazahana
Date/Time: August 26, Morning
Location: Roosevelt Hotel, Hollywood
Rating: PG
Summary: (Truth and Kazahana need to talk.)
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He hadn't been able to sleep since making the decision, and he had drained half of the bottle of scotch in either an attempt to find sleep or solace from the decision he had made. Of course, it was simple, but that didn't mean it hurt any less.
Things had gotten dangerous. He'd already died once, and now, knowing what he did, well...there was really only one way to keep everyone around him safe. Especially her.
But that didn't make this any easier.
He raised his hand and knocked on her door, feeling at once nervous and empty. He would tell her, and then that would be it. And then when everything was over, then he could come back to her.
Just not now. And even then, only if he hadn't somehow unmade everything they had here. Once, he had argued for giving people the choice to live ignorantly or enlighten themselves, but not to force the decision on someone. But now...now he was wondering if he had been in the right.
"Kazahana? We need to talk."
What a cliched way to start it out.
Date/Time: August 26, Morning
Location: Roosevelt Hotel, Hollywood
Rating: PG
Summary: (Truth and Kazahana need to talk.)
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He hadn't been able to sleep since making the decision, and he had drained half of the bottle of scotch in either an attempt to find sleep or solace from the decision he had made. Of course, it was simple, but that didn't mean it hurt any less.
Things had gotten dangerous. He'd already died once, and now, knowing what he did, well...there was really only one way to keep everyone around him safe. Especially her.
But that didn't make this any easier.
He raised his hand and knocked on her door, feeling at once nervous and empty. He would tell her, and then that would be it. And then when everything was over, then he could come back to her.
Just not now. And even then, only if he hadn't somehow unmade everything they had here. Once, he had argued for giving people the choice to live ignorantly or enlighten themselves, but not to force the decision on someone. But now...now he was wondering if he had been in the right.
"Kazahana? We need to talk."
What a cliched way to start it out.