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But now, standing on a busy street, staring at a "Reward" sign stapled to the half-rotted dark wood of an old tree, he wonders if that might be a welcome fate after all. To see what Batty'd described.
Better than the automatic glance around the street, wondering if Gaff's nearby and then if he's even alive anymore, the quick dip of fingers into his pocket for a worn piece of paper, folded, silver, barely recognizable as what it once was.
No different than Deckard himself, if he's being honest. Something he's tried to be, since Rachael, with varying degrees of success.
All right. He's shit at it. But he tries anyway.
His fingers close gently around the origami in his pocket. If the creators can make such perfect replications of human life, why not the beast that's haunted his dreams.
His own time's coming up soon. He knows it deep in his bones, deeper than marrow. He looks for a street sign; he'd like to see her again, just once more.
To see, to touch, to smell, to hold. To wonder.
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I knew when I saw it that I'd be writing either Blade Runner or Legend fic for it, but Deckard was the one calling to me. :)
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It's one of my favorite movies, as well. And I'm really honored both that she liked it enough to recommend it, and that you enjoyed it. :)
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Thank you! ♥ ♥ ♥
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